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Colton came awake again when Renee did. She sat up suddenly, exclaiming. “What the-?” She bent her frown on him.
“Why am I in your bed?” she demanded.
He grunted, hung over and not particularly pleased with his actions either. “I don’t know.”
She scowled at him, untangling herself from the sheets, still fully dressed. As was he. That eased her frown a little.
She wrinkled her nose. “You’re drunk.”
“I was.” He growled. “Go away.”
She only rolled her eyes. “How many did you have?”
He shrugged. “Seven?” He winced as she flipped on the light next to the bed. “Turn that off!”
She ignored him, scrambling of the bed and making for the door.
She stopped dead, turning back. “When?”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“You were sleeping.” He said, not adding that the idea of her talking to him made him furious.
“What did he want?”
“To talk to you.”
She threw up her hands. “I guessed as much.”
“He wouldn’t tell me what about, so he hung up.”
She growled under her breath and made to leave again.
“Why didn’t you tell him?”
She paused, her hand on the door handle. “Tell him what?”
“Don’t be stupid, Renee. Why didn’t you tell him you were married? To me.”
“It didn’t concern him.” She said stiffly.
“He seemed to think it did.”
Renee turned slowly to eye him. “What did you say to him?”
“Just the truth.”
She snorted. “Which is what, these days?”
“That we’re married.”
“What? Like I’m desperately in love with you and can’t live without you?” Colton’s stomach swooped as he said it, not making him feel any better.
“No.” Colton admitted. “I didn’t tell him that. I think. I don’t really remember.”
She scowled. “Go to sleep.”
He winced at the slam of the door. She was back a moment later, blushing furiously.
“I need my blanket.” She said quietly.
“I don’t care.” Colton said with all his heart. Now that he was awake, he was feeling nauseous. He should have had some of her cookies, anything to help his stomach deal with the alcohol. At least he hadn’t cracked into the vodka.
She tugged it free from under him and left again, shutting the door much gentler this time.
Colton dragged himself to the bathroom, taking a quick shower. It helped him feel less sick. Unfortunately, it also cleared his head and he could think of all the very bad reasons he wanted Renee to sleep in his bed instead of hers.
He scowled at his reflection, his toothbrush sticking out of his mouth. Finished quickly, he turned off the lights and climbed back into bed.
His head hummed, still buzzed, but it was much better then the constant blinding ache behind his eyes. He tossed a few times, not liking that he could smell her shampoo on her side of the bed. His shampoo on the the other side of his bed. It wasn’t her side. She didn’t have a side; she slept in the other room.
“Oh, shut up.” Colton snarled at himself.
He shut his eyes and went to sleep.