“Are you fucking my girl?” Kayce is drunk and mouthing off, and I’m stuck here in this hallway in a maze of indecision. But Colt reacts faster than me. “It’s not like that. She needed help, and I gave her a job. End of story. The kid turned up here looking for you the night of the snow, and her car broke down.” “So, what? You tucked her into your bed?” “Watch yourself, son.” Colt sounds like he’s about to hurl the radio set at the wall. “Then explain to me why the fuck you’ve got my girlfriend up there with you.” Jesus. This is a nightmare. Between the man I nearly threw myself at a few
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