I’m not sure why I’m still obsessing about this. It’s a done deal. I couldn’t even be mad at Delilah. It’s not like it’s her fault that the only man I’ve ever been attracted to loves her. Just thinking that leaves a bad taste in my mouth. Delilah is such a sweet person. I enjoy her company and the fact that she’s removed the stick from Mr. Weston’s ass. I really appreciate the change she has brought out in him. I wasn’t even prepared for how vast it would be but Mr. Weston is a good man and needed someone like her in his life.
“A hotel?” I sigh. I’m not leaving without seeing Mr. Weston. If that means spending a night here then so be it, but here means a hotel, not Colton Blackwood’s home. I know I will never be able to resist him if I stay here.
“All full.” He starts walking past me. “Come in. I’ll show you around.” He keeps on moving. My traitor eyes go to his ass.
“How do you know it’s full?” I ask, following after him when I see he isn’t stopping. “Oh.” I let out a small yelp of surprise when my heel lands on a piece of rock almost making me fall. I catch myself in time but not before Colton is pulling me into his arms, his big, warm body wrapping around me. The hold he has on me is totally unnecessary but I let him keep me in it anyway.
“I got you.” He lifts me. I’m momentarily shocked until my feet touch the ground again when he places me on the porch.
“I’ll have it all paved if the heels are a must.” He waves his hand toward where he parked his truck off to the side. I have no idea what he’s talking about.
“You have a basset hound too?” I ignore what he says, asking my own question. That’s all this place needs: a basset hound with big ears that lays on the porch and never moves.
“Nope.” As if on cue, a tiny white dog comes flying out a small doggy door. The little white puffball begins to run circles around Colton’s feet. He leans down, picking it up, then turning it over onto its back and cradling it like a baby while scratching its belly. The dog’s tongue hangs out of one side of its mouth. The thing can’t be more than ten pounds. It’s so freaking adorable in his big arms. His whole hand engulfs the dog’s tiny belly as he scratches him.
“I just got Gambit here.”
“Gambit?” I reach out to pet the small cute dog. I always wanted one growing up but Mom said they were too much to take care of. Then when I got older I worked too much to have a dog in my small condo. Poor thing would be alone all the time.
“He’s always thieving something,” Colton accuses the little dog. The pup gives me the cutest look and I’m not buying what Colton is selling. “He gets away with it too because of that face he’s giving you right now.” Colton laughs, holding Gambit out for me to take. I reach out and pull the dog close to me. He’s so adorable.
Colton lets out a long sigh, making me look up. “Looks like he’s thieving again. Right in front of me. You really don’t have any manners, do you, boy?” The dog lets out a small bark. I laugh. My cheeks heat a touch because I think Colton is talking about the dog stealing my attention but I don’t comment on it.
He proceeds to open the front door. Gambit half jumps from my arms, landing on his feet like a cat and taking off after Colton. “Wait,” I call after them. “How do you know it’s all full?” I question again.
“I know everything around here.” Gambit and I keep on following Colton down a long hallway. He’s moving too fast for me to take anything in.
When a phone starts to ring I reach for mine but stop when I notice it’s not my ringtone. Colton slips his out of his pocket as he pushes open the door at the end of the hallway.
“Blackwood,” he answers. I watch him drop my suitcase on top of a giant bed in the center of the room.
“You shitting me?” He shakes his head, his eyes darting over to look at me. His eyebrows are furrowed and for the first time he actually looks annoyed about something.
“All right. Give me ten.” He hangs up the phone. “I gotta go, sugar. Make yourself at home.”
“I’m not staying,” I tell him. He walks over to me, ignoring my words of protest.
“Yeah, you are.” Both his hands come to my face, holding me in place as he kisses my lips. I stand there, once again stunned as he softly presses his lips to mine. How he can make the kiss both soft and possessive at the same time I have no idea, but he does.