“You sure, girlie? How can I help change your mind?” “Give me one fucking reason why I shouldn’t beat your skull in for harassing my staff, Pierson.” Colt’s growl echoes through the barn like thunder. A flutter of butterfly wings kicks up in my stomach at the sound of his voice. Colt easily has a head on this guy, and it’s clear who would win in a scrap between them. But whoever this dickhead is, he doesn’t get the message that it’s time to leave. “Just making conversation is all. This sweet little thing was about to give me her number.” “No, she fucking wasn’t.” Colt has put himself directly
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