Tough Luck Hero

The issue was that her ass also looked nice in the tight pencil skirt she was wearing today. He had the passing thought that maybe looking at it could be an excuse to make a word association game. She was a tight ass, with a tight ass. And if he looked at it, he could remember that...

Okay, not even he was buying that.

This entire situation was a ridiculous mess. She didn’t want to be here any more than he wanted her here, but there wasn’t much of anything they could do about it.

His phone buzzed in his pocket and he took it out, grimacing when he saw it was his mother. He couldn’t ignore her. Not given the circumstances.

“Hello?”

“You haven’t called me since you got back into town.”

He took a deep breath. “No. Sorry. But I had to get back to work, and I have the small matter of moving Natalie’s things out of my place.”

“I’m so sorry about what happened,” his mother said, clearly not so much sorry because of his feelings, but terribly sorry about the wedding being ruined.

“Me too. But, for whatever reason, Natalie felt like she couldn’t go through with it. And all in all it’s better that she decide that before the marriage, isn’t it?”

“I suppose so,” she said.

He could tell that she wasn’t at all convinced divorce would have been worse than a very public event like what had just happened. Fifty percent of marriages ended in divorce. The statistic of grooms left at the altar was likely much lower.

He heard light footsteps on the wooden floor, and looked up. Lydia was standing in the doorway, looking at him like she was a deer caught in the high beams. For a second, he had forgotten she was here.

He’d lived with Natalie for eight months. Any other time he’d heard footsteps in the house at this hour he would have expected to see Natalie appear. But Natalie wasn’t here. Lydia was.

It was jarring.

In two days, his life had changed completely. He had been planning on being a husband. He had lived with one woman, and now he suddenly lived with another. He supposed he was a husband still. But not really the kind he had planned on being.

“Colton?” For a moment, he had forgotten he was on the phone with his mother.

“Yes, I’m sorry, I just spaced out for a second.”

There was the small matter of Lydia, whom he had not told his mother about. But Sierra and Madison knew. Of course, he had made them promise not to tell, but his sisters never did what he told them to.

“Your father has been in a rage ever since it happened. He’s dropping all of his support from Richard Bailey’s campaign.”

Colton looked back up at Lydia. “That’s interesting.”

“It’s caused waves at the country club, or so my friends tell me.”

Colton had no doubt it had. Probably bigger waves than when whispers had started moving through that Nathan West had an illegitimate child. Political contributions were a much bigger deal. Anyway, he imagined that particular group had several bastard children to their names.

“I’m sure it did.”

“Your father is humiliated by all of this.”

Colton closed his eyes, sucking a deep breath in through his teeth. Of course his failed wedding was a source of embarrassment to his father.

“I’m sorry for his humiliation.”

“He’s never had any trouble with you before, Colton.”

There really wasn’t a response to that. “Why don’t we meet for lunch tomorrow?”

There was no good way to break the news of his other wedding to his mother. Certainly not over the phone. So, in person it would be.

She sighed. “That would be nice.”

“Let’s meet at Beaches around noon. I’ll see you at your usual table.” He ended the phone call quickly after that, then looked up at Lydia again. “We’re meeting my mother for lunch tomorrow.”

“What if I have plans?”

“Cancel them. It’s very important to the health of your marriage that you do this for me.”

“I’m not really all that invested in the health of my marriage. In fact, if it were a horse I would probably take it out back behind the barn and shoot it.”

“You would not shoot a horse, wounded or otherwise.”

“Fine,” she said, exasperated. “I’m much more likely to feed it sugar cubes and pat it until the vet arrives. But that’s a literal horse. This was a metaphorical horse, wherein the horse represented our marriage. And that horse I would shoot.”

He threw his phone down onto the couch, then followed its trajectory, plopping down in front of the fireplace. “Did you start a fire?”

She arched a brow. “No. The elves did it.”

“I didn’t know you came with elves.”

“There are a lot of things you don’t know about me.”

He appraised her slowly, watching the color rise in her cheeks. He couldn’t remember the last time a woman had responded to him in this way. Sure, women found him attractive, but he wasn’t the kind of guy to engage in flirtations. He did long-term relationships.

He had a high school sweetheart he’d parted ways with the first year of college, then a girl he had dated until graduation had sent them their different ways. After that, he had been in relationships off and on with women who were practical. Suitable. Potential wife material.

He didn’t do one-night stands. He didn’t do...whatever this was.

But he couldn’t deny there was something a little bit fascinating about it.

“Actually,” he said, giving in to the completely reckless desire to heighten the color in her cheeks even further, “you don’t have all that many secrets from me.”

She stiffened, her dark eyes going wide. “You don’t remember.”

“Maybe I do,” he said, smiling at her for effect.

“No,” she said, narrowing her eyes, “you don’t. I know you don’t.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“Because I can tell. I can...read it. If you had seen me naked I would be able to see it in your eyes.”