Colt's POV
Kate lifted her eyebrows, asking the silent question.
I internally chuckled at her facial expression.
"We are not going too far," I said, "and some fresh air will do you good."
She nodded and eyed the clothes that Sam had brought her.
"Don't you like what Sam has picked for you?" I asked. It was just a plain white blouse and a pair of jeans, which should have done.
She shook her head and smiled.
"It should be fine for where we are going," I said.
"Ok-ay," she squeezed out.
She removed the hospital sheets from her legs and carefully shifted them to the side of the bed. When she bent over to pull the wheelchair closer, I took a step forward.
Kate shook her head, and I froze in my tracks.
"I can manage myself, thanks," she said.
"But I want to
