lips, while he tightened his arms around her back, giving her comfort when she needed it the most.
“I don’t know what else to do.”
“Okay.” He smoothed her hair from her face. “I’ll tell you what. Why don’t we give Jonas what he wants?”
“No way, I’m not about to—”
He kissed her. “Shh, let me finish. I’m not suggesting we give him another rendition of what happened in the parking lot, just what seems to come natural between us. Kissing.” He captured her lips in a slow, lazy kiss. “A little heavy breathing.” He chuckled against her ear, his warm breath sending goose bumps along her skin as he nipped her earlobe. “No sex, just a glimpse of a couple enjoying their time together.”
For the first time in days, hope worked its way through her chest. “That might work. But what about the other bachelors?”
Hauling her against his chest, he snagged her gaze. “No one else touches you but me. If Jonas doesn’t like it, and he does make good on his threats, I’ll sue him for everything he owns. I might be a sports agent, but I’m also an attorney.”
She swallowed around the lump in her throat, and shifted her fingers through his hair. “Thank you.”
“For what? Allowing myself to be filmed doing something that’s as natural as breathing?”
“And what would that be?” she asked with a smile.
“Being with you.”
She stared into his eyes, puzzled, amazed and awestruck. His comment about being an attorney had hit a chord. She’d been so worried he might be Pick Me’s imposter that she’d allowed her insecurities over choosing the wrong guy to rule her better judgment. She knew in her heart Colt was exactly who he said he was—a sports agent with an affinity for horses.
Yesterday, while they’d dined on bologna sandwiches in his kitchen, he’d told her about his new endeavor. He was rescuing horses and keeping them on his ranch until they were given a clean bill of health and received proper training. Then he planned to sell them, only not for profit, just enough to come close to covering his cost.
Even then she had questioned her doubts. He didn’t have a working ranch to prosper from, and the rescued horses would gain him zero profit. Now, though, she knew for certain he was indeed an attorney and a sports agent. The furnishings in his home were simple, but she had a general idea of the price tags they’d carried, plus he owned a condo in downtown Dallas. The lease on her apartment had cost the show over two thousand dollars a month. There was no way the people of Pick Me would spring for another lease on a swanky downtown condo—one she wasn’t scheduled to see—in order to keep up a ruse. No. Colt wasn’t the imposter. The only imposter in the room was her.
A tear slipped down her cheek. God, she was such a fool. She had a good, honest man holding her, willing to sacrifice himself and help her counter Jonas’ threats. And yet, in the end, she knew she’d walk away from him. When he learned the absolute truth of her actions and the gain she would make, he wouldn’t want her anyway.
“What’s this for?” he asked, and swiped the tear away with his thumb.
She choked back a sob. “I guess all the anxiety over the tape and spy cams caught up with me. I’m fine. Really.”
Colt’s eyes narrowed. Not willing to waste another moment when she knew she had so few with him left, she twined her arms around his neck. “Maybe we should practice what we’ll give that jerk Jonas and his dumb spy cams,” she said, and ran her nails along his neck, then through his hair.
He groaned. “Damn, that feels good.” Then he scooped her back up in his arms, and wrapped her legs around his waist again. “But what I want to do to you isn’t fit for regular TV.” He captured her lips, and slid his tongue into her mouth with such demanding desire it nearly stole her breath. When they both came up for air, he grunted, “The bedroom.”
She tried not to
“I don’t know what else to do.”
“Okay.” He smoothed her hair from her face. “I’ll tell you what. Why don’t we give Jonas what he wants?”
“No way, I’m not about to—”
He kissed her. “Shh, let me finish. I’m not suggesting we give him another rendition of what happened in the parking lot, just what seems to come natural between us. Kissing.” He captured her lips in a slow, lazy kiss. “A little heavy breathing.” He chuckled against her ear, his warm breath sending goose bumps along her skin as he nipped her earlobe. “No sex, just a glimpse of a couple enjoying their time together.”
For the first time in days, hope worked its way through her chest. “That might work. But what about the other bachelors?”
Hauling her against his chest, he snagged her gaze. “No one else touches you but me. If Jonas doesn’t like it, and he does make good on his threats, I’ll sue him for everything he owns. I might be a sports agent, but I’m also an attorney.”
She swallowed around the lump in her throat, and shifted her fingers through his hair. “Thank you.”
“For what? Allowing myself to be filmed doing something that’s as natural as breathing?”
“And what would that be?” she asked with a smile.
“Being with you.”
She stared into his eyes, puzzled, amazed and awestruck. His comment about being an attorney had hit a chord. She’d been so worried he might be Pick Me’s imposter that she’d allowed her insecurities over choosing the wrong guy to rule her better judgment. She knew in her heart Colt was exactly who he said he was—a sports agent with an affinity for horses.
Yesterday, while they’d dined on bologna sandwiches in his kitchen, he’d told her about his new endeavor. He was rescuing horses and keeping them on his ranch until they were given a clean bill of health and received proper training. Then he planned to sell them, only not for profit, just enough to come close to covering his cost.
Even then she had questioned her doubts. He didn’t have a working ranch to prosper from, and the rescued horses would gain him zero profit. Now, though, she knew for certain he was indeed an attorney and a sports agent. The furnishings in his home were simple, but she had a general idea of the price tags they’d carried, plus he owned a condo in downtown Dallas. The lease on her apartment had cost the show over two thousand dollars a month. There was no way the people of Pick Me would spring for another lease on a swanky downtown condo—one she wasn’t scheduled to see—in order to keep up a ruse. No. Colt wasn’t the imposter. The only imposter in the room was her.
A tear slipped down her cheek. God, she was such a fool. She had a good, honest man holding her, willing to sacrifice himself and help her counter Jonas’ threats. And yet, in the end, she knew she’d walk away from him. When he learned the absolute truth of her actions and the gain she would make, he wouldn’t want her anyway.
“What’s this for?” he asked, and swiped the tear away with his thumb.
She choked back a sob. “I guess all the anxiety over the tape and spy cams caught up with me. I’m fine. Really.”
Colt’s eyes narrowed. Not willing to waste another moment when she knew she had so few with him left, she twined her arms around his neck. “Maybe we should practice what we’ll give that jerk Jonas and his dumb spy cams,” she said, and ran her nails along his neck, then through his hair.
He groaned. “Damn, that feels good.” Then he scooped her back up in his arms, and wrapped her legs around his waist again. “But what I want to do to you isn’t fit for regular TV.” He captured her lips, and slid his tongue into her mouth with such demanding desire it nearly stole her breath. When they both came up for air, he grunted, “The bedroom.”
She tried not to
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