Her Return, His Regret
Colton cuts in sharply, eyeing my slightly open sleeves.
I pocket my hands. “I did,”
“That's a suit, Knox. I stated that there,”
“You know how I feel about suits, Colt.”
“Right. About dad, I'm sure he won't bother you, got mom involved to keep him grounded,”
I scoff. “When has that ever worked?”
I wave at Madeline, who's arm is latched onto Colton's.
She smiles, but it's faint. “Hi, Knox.”
“Congratulations on your….” Colton eyes me. “Engagement. I can see how happy you both are,”