"No," Colton whispered, his eyes dark with the intensity that always seemed to pull her under. "But even if he was, you'd find a way to make him apologize for his wings being too loud. You're the only person I know who isn't afraid of the fire—or me."
He didn't wait for her to answer. In the silence of the Malibu night, the "reckless bad boy" realized that while he spent his days winning on the track, the only real victory was the one woman who refused to let him win by default. [S1E6] Why does it not surprise me that you 'd ...
Rylee didn't turn around. "He was being a 'philanthropist' for the tax break and the ego, Colton. Not for the kids." "No," Colton whispered, his eyes dark with the
"Then I'm not most people." She finally turned, her eyes defiant and bright. "I don't care who he is or how much money he has. If he treats those boys like they're less than, I'm going to say something." In the silence of the Malibu night, the
"I heard about what happened at the gallery," he said, his voice low. "The guys are still talking about how you handled Miller."
Colton let out a short, dry laugh, shaking his head as he closed the distance between them. He reached out, his thumb brushing the line of her jaw.
"Is that what you think he was? An angel?" Rylee asked, her breath hitching as he pulled her closer.