"You know why I act that way. You know full well." Colt glared at her without blinking. "These new girls need to know our rules and regulations, and I want their respect. If I act all buddy-buddy, they'll come in and think they own the place." His demeanor softened as he stroked her neck. "You like that, honey? Feel good? They'll walk all over me and Jim. You too. Rip us apart."
"But you're not that way. And yes, it feels good. Thank you. My neck needs it more than my foot."
His caress, as usual, was therapeutic. Colt was well versed with Pamela's everyday aches and pains and often treated her appropriately.
"You're a big teddy bear, Colt. Just like Beary Potter. But you know I don't like that resting b***h face you put on with the new hires."
He roared with laughter. "I have a resting
