Colt's POV
We were having some drinks at the bar when Kate called Sam to go fetch her.
We'd decided that Kate's wheelchair wasn't allowed to leave her room; she would have to rely on us to get around.
I internally chuckled at my sneaky plan and sat back, taking a sip of my beer.
Sam walked out on the terrace and sat Kate down at one of the tables.
Kate raised an eyebrow, eyeing the drink in my hand.
"Isn't it a bit too early?" She asked, gesturing to the ice-cold drink in my hand.
I shifted my head to the side and smiled, getting off the bar stool.
"It's already past eleven a.m.," I said, taking a seat at her table.
"Do you want one?" I heard Sam ask, and he jumped to his feet.
"Only a soda, please," she said. "I have never been a big fan of alcohol."
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