Tucker waited. And waited. And waited. Their stare-down continued until Mojo rolled on his back and started snorting, the pull toy still in his mouth. “Okie Dokie.” Tucker slapped his thighs. “When you’re ready, I’ll listen.”
Colton returned. As he set the tray of goodies down, he looked at his cousin. But Tucker just shook his head.
Colton hugged his cousin. “Thanks for everything.”
“Colt, I’ll call you tomorrow.” Tucker patted Mojo. “Sorry about your holiday. Wish I’d been here for you.”
I interrupted his Thanksgiving with Alexandra.
“Be well, Brigit,” Tucker said from the doorway. “Call me if you rememberanything.” He left, pulling the door shut.
Colton placed the tray on the bed then eased down next to her.
“How was your Thanksgiving?” she asked, though she didn’t have the emotional strength to hear about Alexandra.
A rueful smile touched his eyes, but he didn’t respond. Instead he scooped chocolate truffle pie onto the fork and held it in front of her. “Shane insists chocolate is the cure-all.”
“You don’t have to play nursemaid.” She opened her mouth and he gently placed the utensil inside. Tiny tingles scurried through her. Even in her broken state, she missed him.
“If you want to talk about what happened…with the…well, you know. I think talking would be good for us both.” Colton forked a large piece of pie into his mouth, then washed it down with coffee.
Talk about what?The attack?How could that be good for them both? She wasn’t sure what he meant, but she got confused easily.
“You scared the hell out of us. You were banged up.”
She broke eye contact. Gazing into his beautiful brown eyes was killing her. Of course he didn’t want to lose her. She was his wealth manager and a convenient sex partner. He offered her another bite of dessert. “Colton, you really don’t need—” A knock on the door interrupted her. “Come in.”
Alexandra Reed glided into the room. Brigit’s stomach dropped.Oh, no. The girlfriend.
“Hey,” Colton hugged her. “I didn’t know you were coming.”
Brigit looked away.
“Hitched a ride with Tucker. Been outside on the phone.” Dressed in leggings, boots and a sweater, Alexandra looked like the girl next door. She was makeup free and her long dark hair was tucked behind her ears. Alexandra eyed the pie. “That looks good.”
“You want a piece?” Colton asked.
“A big one.”
Oh, God, no sex talk.
“Be right back.” Colton headed toward the door.
“Why don’t you take Alexandra with you?” She did not want to make chitchat with the girlfriend. She’d endured enough torture.
“I came to see you, Brigit.” Alexandra sat on the edge of the bed.
Mojo sat up, yawned, and moseyed over to greet her. While petting Mojo, Alexandra expressed concern over what had happened. “I worry about Colton. Your being here has made a difference.”
Brigit’s head throbbed. “Having financial peace of mind is a big deal.”
“No, he likes havingyouhere.” Alexandra gave her a sweet smile. “Colton has always been somewhat of a loner.”
“Oh, I…um…I’m just doing my job. I don’t want to interfere or anything.” Brigit fisted the bed sheet.
“I want to get to know you better.”
What?A threesome?A shiver ran through her. “I’m not into that sort of thing, but good for you if you are.” Brigit forced a smile and gave Alexandra two thumbs up.This is so awkward.
