A feminine voice called out, “I brought caramel rolls. They’re still warm. They have extra, extra caramel, just like you like ’em. And I’m hopin’ because I’m hand delivering your favorite breakfast sweet that you’ll sneak me some of that high octane coffee I smell brewing.” Chassie Glanzer screeched to a stop. “Holy crap. India? What’re you doin’ half-naked in Colt’s kitchen?” “Hi Chassie.” “I mean, wow, nice to see you. You caught me by surprise.” “I sorta figured that.” “Guess I oughta knock before I barge in next time. Not that it’s never mattered before since you’re the first woman I’ve seen in my cousin’s house for an overnight…ah hell, I’m makin’ a mess of this, aren’t I?” “Forget it.” Although, India was secretly glad to see she wasn’t the only one who babbled from nerves. “Where’s Colt?” “In bed. I lost a bet so I had to get up and make coffee.” She’d sworn she couldn’t come from just the vibration of the water jets on her clit, but Colt had proven her wrong.
