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316 pages, Kindle Edition
First published October 8, 2022
When I get to the bathroom, Colt’s working at getting Mia’s clothes off. She’s not much help, fussing and telling him how yucky she feels, when between one word and the next she projectile vomits, covering herself and Colt. Her face is a mixture of disgust and relief. Colt’s face? Frozen in a look of horror. Then the gagging starts. “It’s ok princess, it’s o—,“ gag. “Let’s get you c—,” gag.
I’m ready to rush in to help when he scoops Mia up, still gagging, toes his shoes off, and steps into the tub fully clothed. Using his body, he blocks the shower head as he turns it on, slowly shifting until they’re in the spray.
“You feel better, princess? I bet you do. Sometimes, you just gotta blow chunks, huh?” As he’s talking, he’s gently washing away the vomit from Mia. Together, they get her shirt off and she sighs in relief when the cool water touches her chest. Colt cradles her in one arm, unbuttoning his shirt and shrugging out of one arm, then moves her to the other. His shirt drops to the tub.
Mia takes a minute to trace the lines of his tattoos, mumbling to him tiredly about them. He’s completely focused on her as he gently soaps her body, making her smile with tiny tickles under her arms.
I thought I knew what love was. I thought my feelings for Colt were as big as they could get. I was wrong. Romantic love isn’t just butterflies, anticipation and attraction. It’s watching a brutal-looking man cradling your little girl, helping her feel better.