Chapter Thirteen
“So you want me to be your fake wife.” Lydia didn’t know whether to feel flattered, disappointed that the only reason he asked her was because she was a ‘nice-girl’, or angry that Colton would think she’d ever go along with a scheme like this.
“At least fiancée. Only for a little while, until the sponsors cool down.”
She crossed her arms. “How long is a little while?”
“I don’t know.”
He looked fit to be tied. Agitated and ill at ease. If she wasn’t so discombobulated, she’d find his discomfort amusing. She’d never had the upper hand where Colt was concerned. Even as a teenager, he’d been cocky and confident, always in control. In fact, the only time she’d seen him scared and unsure of himself was the night he’d shown up on their front porch asking for help. And even t
