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“She’s almost sixty, why?”
“And so he’s, like, thirty-six, thirty-seven?”
“Yeah,” he glanced at me again, “your point?”
“Your mother is over twenty years his senior. She’s a cougar.” He growled deep in his throat, and I did everything I could not to laugh, but I had to add, “Which, after that little growl, makes you a cub.”
“Fine, my mother is a cougar.” He winced, “Jesus, my mother is a freaking cougar. How fucking embarrassing.”
“Why is it embarrassing? It has nothing to do with you.”
“Can we talk about this later? We’re almost to my place.”
I shrugged. “Okay, fine I get it. There are lots of things I don’t want to talk about.”
“That’s not what I meant. I need to figure out what I really feel before I say it.” He pulled up in front of his building, and the doorman opened the passenger door.
“Ms. Greene, Doctor Barnes,” Henry held the door open and Colt checked to make sure the traffic was clear for him to climb out the driver’s side.
Colt helped me out of the car and kept his arm around me as he tossed his keys to someone and helped me into the building.
“Who’d you just give your car keys to?”
“The valet, he’s taking it back to where I keep it stored.”
Must be nice, I thought.
“How did the doorman know my name?”
“I told him I was bringing you back and that you were my guest.” Well, hmm, I’d never had a doorman know my name before, a bouncer, yes, but not a fancy doorman.
The trip from the hospital had worn me out, and by the time we got to Colt’s floor, I was barely able to hold myself up.
Colt must have noticed because the minute he had the door unlocked, he dropped my small bag inside the door and scooped me up into his arms.
“Whoa,” I said as I put my arms around his neck, “I could get used to this treatment.”
He winked, “That’s the point of this whole thing.”
“Oh, so you’re only doing all this to prove your point?” I kept my eyes off him as he carried me, afraid to see any truth in those words.
“This is your room.” He turned sideways to get me through the door, and I glanced around. Unlike the living room where it was all black and sterile, this room was hunter green and burgundy. It looked warm and rich, like Colt.
“Very nice,” I mumbled.
Colt set me on my feet but kept his arms around my waist to support my weight. “I think you should get some rest.”
“I could use a nap.”
“Let me go get your bag so you can change.” He went to let me go, and I gripped his arms.
“No.”
“No, what? You don’t want to change clothes?”
“I do, but I don’t need anything from my bag.” I had been dying to do this since I’d first met him. I slipped my hands under the hem of his t-shirt and felt the quick intake of breath as I pushed it up over his stomach.
“What are you doing, Ember?” His voice had dropped lower than normal.
