“Ithoughtwe were close. But if she really loved me, then she’d loveallof me—including the part that chooses you as my wife.”
Indie swallowed. “I should have told you how she made me feel.”
“I wish you had.” He slipped a lock of hair behind her ear. “No more secrets.”
“No more secrets.” She wet her lips. “I love you.”
“You have no idea.” He lifted his head and kissed her.
She sighed, a sound of contentment.
But the second she laid her head back on his chest, Colt’s smile disappeared, his mind going back to his mother. What she’d said to Indie earlier that evening.
It wasn’t okay. Any of it. And it wouldneverhappen again. Tomorrow, he’d be making sure his mother knew that.
CHAPTER 16
Indie rolled from her belly to her back.
Light…too much freaking light.
What was the time?
She cracked one eye open. Definitely later than she usually woke up. Had she gone to bed late last night?
She frowned, only for her pulse to stumble then race when it all came back to her. Colt’s mother. The quiet drive home. Then everything that had happened after that.
Sex…with Colt. Good sex.
Ha. Sex with Colt was nevergood. It was breathless and dizzying and body-and-soul consuming.
She scrubbed her eyes. Coffee. She needed a giant mug of coffee.
But wait…where was Colt?
Both eyes popped open and she scanned the room. The open bathroom door. The empty walk-in closet.
He wasn’t here. Well, not in the bedroom anyway. Had he left? Or was he somewhere else in the house?
She threw back the sheets and stood, the slight ache in her core another reminder of what they’d done last night.
Heat flushed her cheeks. She’d missed him. God, she’d missed him so much. It wasn’t just the act of having sex that she’d missed. It was the intimacy. The closeness.
On her way to the door, she lifted his discarded shirt—which was now folded on a chair—and tugged it over her head.
She was about to start her search in the kitchen when she heard sounds in the hall bathroom. She changed direction and cracked the door open. Her throat dried instantly. Hell, it was like the Sahara Desert. All thanks to Colt.
He stood in front of the mirror, his very wet, verymuscledback toward her.
Holy shit, he was hot with a towel slung low around his waist.
“That is exactly why I tried to sneak out, Cricket.”
Her gaze flashed up to meet his eyes in the mirror. They were like dark pools of heat.
She swallowed. Nope, still dry. “You tried to sneak out on me?”
“Hell yes, I did. Because otherwise, I wouldn’t make it out of the house at all.”
