14
MICAH
After Matt drove away, Colt and I stood there, like idiots, staring at the settling dust.
“What the f**k just happened?” I asked, running my hand over the back of my neck.
I wore just my jeans as the woman of our dreams drove away, hating us.
“Someone posted pictures of us. s**t, they’re bad,” Colt said. Each word he bit out as if spitting nails. “We need to go after her.”
I shook my head. Every molecule in my body wanted to jump in Colt’s truck and chase her, but she wasn’t going to listen. Not now. We had to let her go.
“f**k. No.” I explained my reasoning and he grudgingly agreed. “We know we didn’t do it, so we have to find out who did.”
“Damn straight.”
Colt walked toward the cabin, the cabin that still had Lacey’s floral scent in the air. He grabbed his phone, settl
