The Proverbial War

Colt had but to make a gesture of interest to a girl or one of the many grown women casting greedy covetous looks at him and he'd have several of them on their knees before him. Inside I felt an alarming new found awareness of the man I had been matched up with. Such a thing was not in him to do. He was not at his heart of hearts a man that was ruled by his lusts.

I glanced at Colt and to his surprise I reached forward and took his hand. I led him off to see more of the island, which thankfully passed by uneventfully. I never let go of his hand.