It had taken Colt a long time to get to sleep last night.
Even then, he'd kept the desk light on, just so he wouldn't be distracted by the evidence of his so-called date and massive slip-ups committed by his own hand. 'Well, maybe it's not that bad.' She would have let him kiss her if he'd wanted to, which he did, and he would have if the world wasn't constantly conspiring against him.
In any case, he still had pretenses to keep up in front of Cadmus, and there was no way he was giving away this particular detail. Colt ignored the smug look on his face, all his whining about how hungry he was forgotten now that he had more important things to deal with.
"What yellow nail?" Cadmus inquired, looking at the hand he had on the table. "Show me, Colt."
"It's just nail polish."
"Since when do you use nail polish?" Blair asked next, joining the interrogation. "Is this some kind of couple thing between you and Hershey?"
"We're not a couple."
