Chapter 82. What Was She Like?

It took a couple of seconds for Colt to process what I’d just said.

But when his eyes lit up in comprehension, his arms went around me, crushing me to himself and kissing me till my toes curled in my pumps.

“Why the sudden switch?” He pulled back with a bright smile.

I responded with half the truth, “I don’t trust my aunt to fulfill her end of the deal. I want to at least own Quivers.”

He nodded with a thoughtful smile, and turned back to the work table. 

Minutes ago, he’d unzipped his race suit down to his waist, and his naked chest was on full display for my enjoyment.

“You had a long day. We should Doordash,” I suggested, hugging him from behind, planting little kisses on the wing-tattoo behind his shoulder.

“I’d rather cook for you.”

“Scared I’d get obese again?” I rested my cheek on his naked back. 

“Jesus, Olivia.” he gasped.

His muscles moved beneath my cheek while his hands worked at the sink, and I laughed at hi