Colt glanced between them. “Mind if I dance with your girl?” “Our girl,” Banjo said quietly, glancing to me for confirmation. “All three of us.” I gave a tiny nod. Colt cocked his head to one side, then took a step in. “Is that what I am? One of your guys?” For once there was no scorn or sarcasm in his expression. And that gave me the courage to say what I really wanted. “Yes.”
