Colt towers over me, folding his arms across his broad chest. “I give you shit to do. You do it without question, and you do it properly.” All I can do is nod. “You do that, I’ll pay you full-time wages, bed and board, plus any overtime.” Holy shit. “But—” “You got a better fucking offer lined up?” My heart is thudding triple time inside my chest. There’s got to be a catch here somewhere, but I can’t go looking a gift horse in the mouth. His jaw tics. “Didn’t think so.” With that, he stomps out of the kitchen, and I trail after him like an obedient puppy.
