“My mom had me when she was young—too young.” I hesitate, ducking a glance his way and see that he’s waiting for me to carry on. “I guess she felt like her youth was taken away, so spent mine chasing after what she thought she missed out on. I never met my dad, and the procession of guys she dated came and went with the seasons.” Colt is studying me quietly as I talk, his hazel eyes watch me take a big sip of my beer before I continue. “My aunt was the one who would pick me up after school, make sure I’d eaten, run me to dance classes and weekend recitals. She would let me stay with her for
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