It was four thirty, Violet was probably at work but her daughters were home from school, likely alone and he hoped to Christ her alarm was programmed for doors and windows and her girls armed it when they got home.Īs he stared at her house, thoughts crowded his head. Her Mustang wasn’t there, her daughter’s Fiesta was. He opened the curtains and looked out the window at Violet’s house. His Dad’s old medical bed was in there from when his Dad was sick, not much else. “I’ll let you know when you can slip in and I’d appreciate it, you stay alert,” Colt was letting it alone too.Ĭolt nodded back, lifted the water in a gesture of gratitude and said, “Later.”Ĭal put his beer to the counter and walked to his second bedroom. Colt had even been there during Cal’s nightmare. He liked Colt, respected him, lived across from him a long time, knew him before Colt moved across the street. Then he shook his head in a way that made the point he thought Cal was an ass**le and an idiot.

“Colt, stand down, this isn’t your goddamned business,” Cal warned, his control slipping.Ĭolt stared at him, his mouth tight, his eyes angry. “Like I said, not your business.”Ĭal straightened and his body got even tighter.Ĭolt disagreed. “And still, you f**ked her and moved on?”Ĭal was getting angry. Her tits, her ass, her cunt, pure f**kin’ heaven. No, it wasn’t only that, it was built to make a man want to f**k her and it was built to be f**ked. Feb had a sweet ass but Violet’s entire body was built to make a man want to f**k her, want it so much, made it hard to think of anything else.

She’s good to her girls, a great Mom and f**kin’ gorgeous. “She’s sweet, she can be funny when she forgets to be sad. “Not my business but, man, are you f**kin’ crazy?”

“You done with her? You finished it?” Colt pushed.Ĭolt stared at him again then shook his head and took a drink of water. “And I’ll keep an eye out,” Cal finished.Ĭolt returned to their earlier subject. Colt didn’t answer this time, just stared at him.

At Peace by Kristen Ashley