Branded as Trouble (Rough Riders #6)(56)

“Then why doesn’t she stay with you?”


Silence.


Domini dropped her chin to her chest and studied her feet.


Come on Cam, here’s your chance, take it and run. Domini would rather be with you, not me. Why can’t you see that?


“Because she’s gotta work at the crack of dawn and your apartment is right above the restaurant, so that makes the most sense.” Cam sighed. “Look. I’m about to get off shift. I’ll take Colt home with me and keep an eye on him if you watch out for her.”


“Her? She?” Domini said. “I have a name, Deputy McKay and if you insist on treating me like a child—”


Cam whispered something directly in her ear that shut her up.


“Colt? You okay staying with Cam?”


He looked at India and shrugged. “I’ll be lousy company. It’s just as well Cam has to deal with me rather than you.”


“It’s settled.” Cam shifted his stance. “Miz Katzinski, would it be all right if I had a word with you? In private?”


Domini stomped away and Cam followed.


India stepped in front of Colt and placed her head on his chest.


“I’m worried about you.”


“I’ll be good as new if I get some rest.”


She kissed his chin. And his jaw. “Probably a good thing I won’t be taking care of you tonight.”


“Why? Because you always interrupt my sleep a billion times and then pick a fight with me so I’ll kiss you?”


“No. I’d’ve tucked myself right in with you and there wouldn’t have been a damn thing you could’ve done about it because it would’ve been on doctor’s orders.”


“You are ornery.”


“And a little mean. Okay, a lot mean.”


He shuddered. “Remind me not to piss you off.”


Chapter Twelve


Stupid Colt McKay should’ve taken his own advice about not pissing her off, India thought for the millionth time as she slammed a box of essential oil in the middle of the showroom floor.


She and Skylar spent Saturday afternoon at Sky Blue doing quarterly inventory and India was glad for the busy work. It kept her mind off Colt.


That dickhead.


They’d had another fight. A doozy of a fight. A throwing-things-get-the-hell-out-I-don’t-want-to-see-you-until-I-cool-down kind of fight.


Naturally, her sister brought up the elephant in the room when the last box of lotion had been tallied. “Don’t you think you’re acting unreasonable?”


India slammed the cupboard door. “Nope.”


“It’s been two days.”


Two very long days. “So?”


Sky gestured to the enormous bouquet lined up on the counter.


“Obviously Colt is sorry.”


“He should be.”


“Aren’t you being hard on him?”


She whirled around. “What would you have done, if Kade had stormed into the factory, chewed you out for…something someone else had supposedly seen you do? Ripped you a new one in front of a customer? And then literally dragged you off to—” Kiss you until you couldn’t breathe, touch you so thoroughly you had to check your skin for branding iron marks. Turned you so dizzy with want and anger and fear you couldn’t choose which feeling made you craziest so you acted out on all three? At the same time?