Chapter Eighteen
“Rise and shine, sweet thing. You’re burnin’ daylight.” A mug of steaming coffee wafted under her nose.
Lydia fought opening her eyes. “It’s still dark,” she mumbled, turning toward the back of the couch and burrowing deeper into the comforter Colton insisted she take from the bed.
Colton’s amused laugh washed over her. “You’re on cowboy time, darlin’. We got a full day.”
He was right, but she wasn’t ready to face it just yet. She’d hoped now that she was in San Antonio, she’d be able to catch up on lost sleep, both from lying awake nights replaying being with Colton, and churning out two pairs of boots in record time.
“Suit yourself.” The coffee table legs scraped against the thick carpet, and she registered the sound of the mug being placed on the glass top.
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