Page 68 of Eight Steps to Alpha

“It was your plan, not mine.” Colton leaned against the counter, taking a sip of coffee before he spoke again. “What happens in the end anyway? With this plan of yours.”

“That’s none of your business.”

Colton tilted his head, “Fair enough.” Looking down to his feet, he bit his lip. “Fe, though. Oooohheeee, who knew she could clean up like that? And the way she moved on that dance floor… caught the eye of every man within a fifty foot—“

Elliot slammed his bowl on the table, causing milk and cereal to spill over the edge. “That’s enough, Colton!”

Colton narrowed his eyes, then leaned against the counter and grinned. “Ahhh… so that’s it.”

“What are you talking about?”

“How long have you two been doing this dance?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Elliot grabbed a wad of paper towels and started cleaning up the mess.

Colton grinned. “Sure.”

Elliot turned around, tossing the napkins in the trash. “I think it’s time for you go.”

Colton straighten from the counter. “Is this because I won’t apologize? Elliot, if it means that much to you, I’m sorry. Is that what you need to hear?”

Elliot picked up is bowl again and shook his head. “It has nothing to do with last night. You’ve been here two weeks already. This is a small place, and it’s time for you to go.”

Colton frowned. “It just doesn’t happen like that. I’ll need time.”

I’ll give you a week.”

“Elliot, I can’t—“

“Two, then you’re out. Get a hotel if you have to, I know you can afford it.”

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