Page 82 of Things Left Unsaid

Nope.

No, sirree.

I’m not sixteen anymore. My crush on Colt ended then.

Right?

Annoyed because my answer is less definitive than I’d like, I grouse, “Why are you whispering?”

“In case he’s there.”

I roll my eyes. “Demanding his husbandly rights?”

“Is he?”

Her squeak has me double-rolling my eyes. “Of course not.”

But… would I say no if he did?

I think about the intensity of his regard at the ceremony. The calluses on his large palm as it cupped mine. Though I’ve never been short, I’ve always felt tiny in stature around him and today was no different.

“He’s hot.”

He is.

Jesus, I don’t think I’d SAY NO IF HE CAME TO MY BEDROOM DOOR.

What the hell is wrong with me? Nothing’s changed. Not really.

“He… is attractive.”

“I forgot how hot.”

Me too.

“Spending two days in a hotel with him must be awkward.”

“I’m part of Canada’s ruling classes now, Tee,” I mock. “We’re in a suiteandit’s The Manchester.”

“Ohh, the lifestyles of the rich and the famous.”

I hear her jeer and smile. “It’s like being in an apartment.”

“Fancy. Thank you for the videos by the way.”

“Just keeping you in the loop.”

“And making me jealous.”

“Yeah. Sure. You’d switch places with me.”

“Hey, I wanna be rich too.”

“Just without the husband.”

“True dat, girlfriend. I’m so pissed I couldn’t go to the wedding.”

In all honesty, I was glad she couldn’t make it.

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