King (Rogue Rebels MC 2)
“Good bye, son,” Jones said.
“Good-bye,” I said. Colt winked at me when Jones’ back was turned, and then headed for the door.
How I hated seeing him leave. I already wondered how much longer it would be before I saw him again.
I sighed.
“Something wrong, sweet-pea?” Jones said, stirring the eggs.
I shook my head. “No. Just uhm…Another long day of studying ahead for me. It’s getting tiresome.”
“Don’t worry about it. All your hard work will pay off in time. You’re going to ace that test, miss. I just know it. I feel nothing but good things in store for both you and your dad.”
I smiled. “I hope so.”
* * *
The days after of Colt’s appearance drug by with such excruciating slowness, I felt like the universe had to be playing a prank on me. I tried my best to feel thankful that I at least had good memories to keep me satiated. Whenever I found myself missing him, I tried to think about the last time we’d been together, frolicking at the pool and having the time of our lives. Nevertheless, every moment away from him was starting to feel more and more like torture, and I longed for a time when we could be together permanently, without having to worry about safety precautions and my father’s campaign schedule. Sometimes I felt panicked thinking that such a time would never occur, but I tried to dutifully push such depressing thoughts aside. I wanted to hold on to the hope that one day, Colt and I would officially be able to be together the way we wanted.
I’d been heading to my bedroom, prepared to go to bed hugging my pillow with visions of Colt dancing through my mind.
“Goodnight, Jones,” I said.
Yet, before he could respond, the doorbell rang. “Hmm,” he said, struggling up from the couch and heading to the door. My heart skipped several beats…wondering…hoping…
“Looks like another shift switch.”
“Oh,” I said, trying not to show how pleased I was. Moments later, Colt came through the door.
“Good evening, Jones,” he said, nodding his head at the older man.
“Good evening, Colt. Am I to report to the Speaker’s place again?”
“Yes, sir. He has a meeting tonight, but it shouldn’t last long.”
“All right. See you in the morning, Natalie.”
“All right, Jones. See you. And tell my father I said hello.”
“Will do.”
He disappeared out of the house and it took everything within me to not rush into Colt’s arms. He stood in the window, his hands casually in his pockets as he watched the older man drive away.
Slowly he turned around.
Immediately, I knew something was wrong. I didn’t like the look on his face. My heart dropped. “What is it? Is everything all right?” my thoughts instantly racing toward my father.
“Yeah,” Colt said, his voice lackluster.
“Is Dad all right?”
“Yeah,” he said again, rubbing the back of his neck.
“Oh, all right.”
Things suddenly felt awkward between us, and I couldn’t place my finger on why. I stared into Colt’s face, noting his somber expression. I approached him, going in for a hug when he grabbed my arms, and pulled them back down to my sides.
“Colt?” I said.