He laughs deep and loud and I know Colton will have heard it. “Oh, Westin, I have your number, baby.” He takes a step back, and I glance back down to the line he’s cleared and smirk. “Um, no,” I say with finality, but I can’t help the appreciation from coming through in my tone. “Well shit, I’m on number forty-three, so next time you’ll say yes.” That right there is exactly why I’ve rejected you the other forty-two times you’ve asked me.” “Oh believe me, Quinlan, as long as it’s hard as metal, that’s all that matters,” he says, suggestion lacing his voice.ĭid he really just say that? “Jesus. I’d say more like silver.” I squint my eyes looking at the metallic color of his race suit as he steps toward me no longer blocking the sunlight and with blatant disregard for the line at his feet. “Well, since I’m more of the good-looking, financially stable, athletic type, I guess I’m golden.” His smile widens, proud of his answer.
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