Then shrugged out of his leather jacket and tossed it at me. It hit my chest and slid to the ground. “You want me to hold your shit? Ask.” Amusement danced all over his face. “You’re such a fucking firecracker. Please, Lacey. Will you hold my things while I go kick this guy’s ass?” I held my arms out. Colt crouched, sweeping his jacket from the ground, his gaze burning over my thighs and belly as he straightened. He placed the jacket in my arms
