6
Colt
What the…? Hadn’t Luca heard of a doorbell? Why was he kicking the damn door down?
I swung it open and started to ask exactly that, but the curses died in my throat when he deposited Brie into my arms.
“I guess this one belongs to you. Good luck, buddy.”
“What the hell happened?”
“The dream team of Addy and Paulo.”
“Hi, Colt!” Brooke hung out the car window, waving. “Men are assholes.”
Fuck my life.
“If Addy ever suggests going out again, handcuff her to something solid,” I suggested to Luca. “Just a tip.”
“Sure, if you take Paulo.”
“How did he get home?”
“Darla drew the short straw. I could hear him and Addy duetting ‘Survivor’ in the back seat as the three of them drove out of the parking lot.”
Brie’s dress had come courtesy of Darla too, I could tell that from a glan
