Chapter Seventy

When they pulled into the garage, she released him and turned to open the car door, but Colton stopped her.

“What’s going on?” he asked, sensing it was more serious than simple horniness.

Now that her hand wasn’t on him, he was able to think again. She was trying to distract him. He was on to her tactics by now.

She pushed out a breath. “I’m not sure. I’ve never been to a wedding before. I guess it got to me.”

He glanced over at her in surprise. He’d attended his older brothers’ weddings, even taking on the role of groomsman when requested. He’d been in the weddings of friends and other family members. A dozen or more. He couldn’t imagine how she’d been spared.

Then he remembered her family wouldn’t have attended family weddings. And she didn’t have close friends, other than the Phoenix team.

“Do you miss your team?” he asked, wanting to give them both a minute to think about something else. He wanted her, and he had no doubt they’d get back to it soon enough. But something was bothering her, and he didn’t want to take her to bed if she was hurting.

She had a habit of brushing off the hard feelings with sex. He’d let her do it in the past, but he knew it wasn’t healthy. The bad stuff didn’t go away, even when you felt good physically.

“You want to talk about my team when I just had my hand down your pants? I must not be doing something right,” she joked. She was still trying to brush off the heavy emotions.

He leaned across the seat to kiss her.

“I want to know everything about you,” he whispered, and saw the pulse at her neck kick up. “Come on. Tell me what’s going on.”