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Chapter One

In celebration of his first year of sobriety, Colt McKay cliht seconds

In celebration of his second year of sobriety, Colt McKay climbed in an airplane and parachuted out

In celebration of his third year of sobriety, Colt McKay had hoped to climb on a woman and end his self-imposed sexual abstinence of the previous thirty-six months

He iht, soft kisses, a woman’s soft skin and a soft bed beneath him

At least that part of his fantasy had come true Colt was in bed

He was even laying face down on a puffy tie-dyed quilt with a wolow of red-hot sex, rather, he was gri him in the butt for the millionth time

“Fuck That hurts”

“Alo,” Doctor Monroe trilled in that annoyingly chipper voice of hers

Go Right Where the hell was he supposed to go?

Snip snip Mur fuzzy With his previous substance abuse issues he’d refused the torturous Doc’s Lorelei James

painkillers, so he figured the adrenaline high earing off and he was about to crash Hard

Great Just what he didn’t need To look even more pathetic, helpless and weak

“See? That wasn’t so bad, was it?”

Colt lifted his head and glared at the woh voice who’d dared to speak to hi sapphire eyes would sway him to be soft and sith her

Not now Maybe not ever again

He kept his tone cool, even when he wanted to scream his fool head off at her “Not so bad? For who? Jesus Christ, Indy, you shot et a whole lot worse than that”

Chapter Two

“It was an accident”

Colt grunted

“Why did you co in like that anyway?” India’s pulse skipped when he cranked his head around and glared at her

Again

“Are you serious? Three punks were hassling you You were by yourself At night”

“So? It’s not the first time, nor will it be the last Besides, I had it under control”

“Sure didn’t look like it Why didn’t you shoot theun?”

“I would have if I’d thought of it”