Chapter 18
MOLLY
The organized and precise older woman who ran the front desk of the sheriff’s department led me to Colt’s office to wait for him to return.
It was a small space, only room for a desk, file cabinet, and two visitor chairs.
An American flag draped from a pole in the corner.
Phones rang in the background, the scent of coffee hung on warm air from a thermostat set to a little too high.
She seemed like the woman who would want to make small talk and share photos of her grandchildren, but she’d smiled and left me to wait.
When I heard heavy footsteps coming down the hall, I popped to my feet. Turned around.
There he was.
Colt.
All big, brawny cowboy with a dark scowl slashed across his face. My body responded to him in a way I’d never felt before. Like I wanted to leap into his arms and have him never let me go and tear his clothes off and ride him like a cowgirl.
“Hi,” I breathed. My heart was in my throat. Just like our condom conversation, I wanted nothing between us. It was time to tell him everything. “I’m here to–”
“We have to end things.”