Page 10 of Overtime

“Did you see how it latched?”

“No. Not a good look. I just saw it wouldn’t stay shut, so I used the wedge, but I knocked it when I fell, and you must have kicked it accidentally when you ran in here.”

“Because you were screaming like you were being murdered.” He grouches at me.

“I said accidentally!” I snap back in return.

“God dammit.” He runs a hand over his face.

“Language, Colton,” I say sarcastically because the man rarely swears, and I’d always tease him about it.

“Don’t start.”

“Start what? I’m just trying to kid around with you. Jesus. Did this quarterback gig come with a side requirement of being a rude prick?”

“No.”

“Then why are you being so prickly?”

“Because I’m stuck in a fucking shed withyou!”

“Oh, like I want to be stuck in here with you after the way you’ve treated me today.”

“Treated you how? I’ve been nothing but civil with you despite multiple fucking attempts on your part to be anything but.”

“Excuse me? I’ve been civil. I’m doing everything I can to be good for Ben and Violet’s sake. I want to be here with them, spend time with them. And I want to help Violet’s friend Harper while I’m here.”

“So spend time. Help them.”

“I am.”

“Good.” He looks back at the door, studying it like he might be able to fix our situation.

“Great.”

“Fantastic.”

“But just to be clear, you’re the one being a dick. I’m just trying to be friendly.”

He lets out a sardonic laugh and turns around to face me again, his eyes meeting mine.

“Friendly… I bet. I’d love for you to explain how I’m being the dick in the situation, when you show up to Ben’s birthday party dressed like that, wrapping yourself around me the second you see me and then asking me to strip naked for a camera the second you have me alone.”

I let out a puff of air as I glare at him. “I see the pros haven’t affected your ego. At. All.”

“Are you going to pretend like you didn’t wear this dress and those heels to get my attention?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“What color is the bra and panty set you’ve got on?”

Who the fuck is this guy? This isn’t Colt. NotmyColt. Not the sweet reserved thoughtful young man who had been so fucking earnest and giving.

“Is it green?” He studies me and he grins when he sees something there he likes. “More of a jade or an emerald shade?”

“Don’t be insane.” I roll my eyes. It was definitely fucking emerald green. This asshole.

“Oh, now I know it is. Is that what you thought? You’d wear this dress and those heels, put on my favorite color, and I’d just come when I was called. Get on my knees for you and beg for a taste?”