I’m so busy getting in the groove of sweeping up that I don’t notice anything behind me until I feel one of my braids lift off my back. Whipping around, I’m expecting to see Colt’s dark features, only, my face falls as my eyes meet with an unfamiliar sight. A man with short, crew cut brown hair is smiling at me with white teeth, and hungry eyes. “What’s this we have here?” His breath smells like cigarettes, and I rear back in shock. My eyes dart around the barn, and I pull my earbuds out. “Who are you?” And where the fuck is Colt. “Old Colton, eh? Thought he always went out of town to find
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