Branded as Trouble (Rough Riders #6)(57)

“To what?” Sky prompted.


“To make your head explode. The man is infuriating.”


“What is infuriating? That he wanted to talk to you because he was worried about your risky behavior?”


“Colt didn’t talk; he yelled. And isn’t there some legal confidentiality clause that Deputy Cam can’t call him up and tattle that he thought I was driving my motorcycle too fast?”


Skylar wagged her finger in India’s face. “Tough. You drive that deathtrap like Wyoming is the autobahn. I’ve been telling you that for years. And I wish Cam would’ve chased you down and given you a ticket.”


“You’re siding with him? With both of them?”


“Yes. Cam only told Colt because he knew it’d be better coming from him than from someone else in this gossipy town. And Colt confronting you on your dangerous activity is not surprising because he cares about you, Indy. He really, really cares about you.”


“Yeah? Then how do you justify Mr. Caring barging in here and going all caveman on me, practically dragging me away by my hair, in front of a client?”


“Simple.” Skylar smirked. “He’s a McKay.”


“That is not even close to funny, Sis.”


“It wasn’t meant to be. Chest thumping is part of Colt’s genetic makeup and if you’re going to be with him for the long haul, you’d better get used to it. Besides, wasn’t the client just Colt’s cousin, Blake?”


“So?”


“So, I doubt Colt would’ve acted so agitated if it’d been a stranger in your tattoo station.”


“That is not the point! He acted totally inappropriate.”


“You aren’t exactly blameless, India. You reacted just as inappropriately.” Skylar rolled her eyes. “Honestly. Did you have to throw a wrench at him?”


India’s cheeks went hot with shame. “How’d you find out?”


“Colt told Kade. Kade is now blaming Eliza’s tendency to throw things on my side of the family. A wrench for godsake.


Why?”


“It was the closest thing I could find.” And the tool belonged to Blake, so it’d seemed like karma at the time. Now it just seemed stupid, dangerous and childish. She sagged into a chair. “God. This is so screwed up.”


“What’s really going on? You have a nasty temper, but this knee-jerk ‘anger and retreat’ reaction is so unlike you.”



“I know.”


“Talk to me.”


“I’m scared, Sky. I don’t want to f*ck this up. And I’m afraid I already have.”


“So fix it.”


“How?”


“Channel that anger into a more productive activity.”


“Like what?”


Skylar slipped on her coat. “Do I really have to spell it out for you? Go out to his place, accept his apology, apologize yourself, and f*ck his brains out until Monday morning.”


“Which would be a brilliant idea, except Colt and I aren’t having sex.”


“Excuse me?”


Crap. “We’re dating, not sleeping together.”


Sky started laughing.


“It’s not funny.”


Her sister had to grip the counter she laughed so hard.