A smile touches his lips, his head shifting lazily to see me better. “Do I look like a king?” I pull in a breath. Outside, the evening sun shines, lighting the barn we’re in, and steaks wait for us inside the kitchen. The whole world waits, days stretching out before us. Years, even. But right now, there’s only him. My Colt. The man I’ll gladly spend the rest of my life fighting for. Does he look like a king? I give him a smile, leaning down to press my lips to his. You look like you could be one.
