I stared at him for a long moment, then held my hand out. “Give me your keys.” He raised an eyebrow. “Seriously? You want to go sit in the car?” “No, I want them because you’re a cocky son of a bitch. And if that guy kills you, I still want to be able to get home tonight.” Buck chuckled. Colt’s lips curled upward. He leaned in, lips brushing the shell of my ear. “It’s seriously fucking hot when you talk like that, you know?”
