#Chapter133
Colton
/"Skanky what now?/" The doctor rubs his head, eyes darting to me and the road and tries hard to make sense of my ranting.
/"You know what? …If I didn't need that jerk for Sierra's sake then he could go kiss my ass and get used to the fact I was dust in his future. Not a chance of ever making me come back, and you know what he had the nerve to say? Do you?/" I shout it at the poor doc, getting a wide—eyed shake of the head and half shrugged response.
/"I wouldn't like to hazard a guess, but I'm presuming something that piqued a nerve, or ten./" It's a semi sarcastic yet wary reply with a feeble smile.
