Chapter Twenty
Colton hopped off the treadmill, winded, sweaty, and just as cranky as he’d been when he’d stepped on twenty minutes earlier. Screw him for ever thinking a pretend fiancée was a good idea. He guzzled the remainder of his sports drink and tossed it with extra force. It bounced off the rim of the trash can, landed and rolled halfway across the tiny hotel gym before coming to rest against the lat machine.
Nine days.
Nine days of ‘don’t even think of speaking to me until I’ve had a cup of coffee’ Lydia. Nine days of her sweet a*s in yoga pants joining him for sun salutations. Nine days of her perky t**s taunting him through the tank top she slept in. Worst of all? Nine days of enjoying her kisses and public displays of affection, then lying awake sleepless as she snored quiet
