Chapter 38: Colton

In one swift movement, I pop open the trunk and toss his luggage inside before slamming it shut and clicking the locks. We both slide inside before I started up the engine and pull onto the street, heading toward the metropolitan airport about thirty miles away. Normally, it's a forty-minute drive with traffic. I plan to have him there in under thirty.

See if I don't.

Not only does it take effort to unlock my fingers from around the leather steering wheel, I have to unclench my now aching jaw. I dredge my brain for something to say. Something that will fill the uncomfortable silence that has settled between us. I glance at him from the corner of my eye. The British prick sits ramrod straight as if someone shoved a two-by-four up his ass.

What the hell does Alyssa see in this guy?

He's dark-haired where I'm blond. He's slightly shorter than I am in height. You bet your damn ass I noticed that. Sure, he's broader. Beefier. His physique is more suited to a brawler where I was