At Peace by Kristen Ashley

what
he saw, took to her. Pryor thinks that could even be why this guy
moved on her husband.”
    “You are fuckin’ shittin’ me.”
    Colt shook his head. “No,” he said. “Got in
her business after the hit, if you can believe that shit, made it
clear he was interested after he ordered the hit that killed her
fuckin’ husband. Made it so clear, it got unhealthy and she packed
up her girls and moved away.”
    Cal didn’t take his eyes from Colt as he took
another pull of beer and he suspected he now looked unhappy too,
not unhappy like Colt, a lot more fucking unhappy.
    When he dropped his hand, he asked, “He been
to town?”
    “Nope, but Pryor is close to her, her family.
She told her brother a cop lived across the street, her brother
talked to Pryor, told him to call us and give us a head’s up so we
could keep an eye out. Says she hasn’t had a visit here but the
brother and Pryor think he’s not done with her.”
    Cal ran his tongue along his lower lip and
then clenched his teeth again.
    Colt kept talking. “We need to keep an eye
out, Cal. You should go over, talk to her. I know she’s got an
alarm but it was installed before she moved in. You should give it
a once over.”
    “That’s not gonna happen,” Cal replied and
Colt stared at him.
    “What?”
    “She’s not gonna let me look at her
system.”
    “Cal, she’s cool, she’ll probably be
grateful.”
    “She’s not my biggest fan.”
    Colt’s eyes narrowed with surprise. “Why
not?”
    Cal didn’t answer and he didn’t take his eyes
from Colt.
    He watched Colt’s body go on alert. “Christ,
you fucked her?”
    Cal still didn’t answer.
    “You fucked a cop’s widow?” Colt sounded
disbelieving and pissed, then again he was a cop, he’d feel that
like no one else.
    “Didn’t know she was a cop’s widow.”
    “Fuck, Cal, loss is written all over her,”
Colt clipped, definitely pissed.
    “Not in your business, Colt, don’t see that
shit like you do.”
    “Bullshit.”
    It was. It was bullshit. He’d seen it in
Violet’s eyes, her face, the way she held her body, the dead in her
voice when she spoke and, just like fucking Bonnie, he’d wanted to
fix it. Bonnie’s shit was different, life started bad for her but
in the end Bonnie’s shit was of her own making, not a tragedy
forced on her, one she created. He couldn’t fix Bonnie. He’d tried,
he’d failed. He wasn’t going to go there again.
    “Get her out,” Cal told Colt. “You and Feb
ask her and her girls over, let me know when she’s gone, I’ll recon
her house and report to you. You can work something out for her
with Chip.”
    Colt didn’t answer this time, just stared at
him.
    “And I’ll keep an eye out,” Cal finished.
    Colt returned to their earlier subject. “It’s
done with her?”
    “What?”
    “You done with her? You finished it?” Colt
pushed.
    “Yeah.”
    Colt stared at him again then shook his head
and took a drink of water.
    Then he looked back at Cal. “Not my business
but, man, are you fuckin’ crazy?”
    Cal’s body got tight again.
    “Yeah, it’s not your business, Colt.”
    “Known you awhile, Cal.”
    “Still, not your business.”
    “She’s sweet, she can be funny when she
forgets to be sad. She’s good to her girls, a great Mom and fuckin’
gorgeous. Her ass is nearly as fine as Feb’s.”
    He was wrong about that. Violet’s ass was far
superior to Feb’s. Feb had a sweet ass but Violet’s entire body was
built to make a man want to fuck her, want it so much, made it hard
to think of anything else.
    No, it wasn’t only that, it was built to make
a man want to fuck her and it was built to be fucked. Her tits, her
ass, her cunt, pure fuckin’ heaven.
    “Noticed that,” Cal remarked.
    “And still, you fucked her and moved on?”
    Cal was getting angry. “Like I said, not your
business.”
    It was then Colt made a mistake.
    “She’s not Bonnie.”
    Cal straightened and his body got even
tighter.
    “We’re not