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Colt
“That was our turn,” Luca said.
“Huh?”
“Are you tired, spaced out, or just daydreaming about Brie again?”
Guilty as charged. And f**k it, I’d driven right past the end of Joe McIntyre’s driveway. Traffic was light on the highway south of Baldwin’s Shore, so I did a U-turn and pointed the patrol car back the way we’d come.
“I told Brie this morning that I want a future with her.”
Luca sucked in a breath.
“What?” I asked.
“You don’t think you’re moving kinda fast? What happened to dating first?”
“Just because you took a decade to tell Brooke how you felt doesn’t mean the rest of us have to dither.”
“How well do you know Brie? I don’t want to sound negative, and she seems like a nice woman, but you don’t think she’s cagey?” Luca snorted. “Although Brooke used the word ‘myst
