Lydia shifted uncomfortably in her chair as she stared at the clock next to the bed. Four a.m. Colton lay sprawled across the mattress, face turned toward the window. In the dim, his face looked soft. Childlike. Free from the cocky persona he wrapped tightly around him like a blanket.
At least he was sleeping.
In addition to the brace, the doctor had prescribed a strong anti-inflammatory and a muscle relaxer. “Even with these, he’ll be sore tomorrow,” he’d said.
She’d been surprised when Colton didn’t argue with her suggestion that she drive back to the hotel. Doubly surprised when he’d let her wrap his shoulder in ice. He hadn’t even made a smart remark when she’d removed his shirt. Only looked at her with something akin to gratitude. All that did was ratchet up the confusion roiling i
