“Colton Gamble,” he said, introducing himself as he pushed away from the counter to step forward and lift his hand for a shake. “And you are…?”
“Colton Gamble?” she repeated dumbly, turning her attention sharply to me.
“Hey.” He grinned out his surprise. “We have the same name. Cool.”
She blinked, discombobulated by his strange wit first thing in the morning. Gaping at him another second, she returned her attention to me. “Who the f**k is Colton Gamble?”
“Ah,” he murmured with a knowing nod, not letting me answer. “I see you must’ve heard about the great and mighty Brandt Gamble. He would be my older brother.”
When Tyla whipped her attention to him and could only stare, he winked and trailed a hand down his body. “I’m the new, improved edition. Obviously.”
“Holy s**t,” she whispered.
