Colin hadn’t known it was possible to be so exhausted. Even with the main event ending in a knockout in the first round, they’d been jammed all night. He’d decided to close a little early. He engaged the slide bolt lock on the basement door that he’d installed as an extra security measure and double-checked each door. Neither he nor Elizabeth could handle another hit to the business. Every inch of him ached and his eyelids had become sandpaper.
In Elizabeth’s hotel room, he stared longingly at the bed. The scent of her cinnamon body wash filled the bathroom. He quickly grabbed her stuff and shoved it into the duffel he’d brought. He opened and closed every drawer in search of pajamas. Silky underwear slipped through his fingers. No way was he going to let her wear that in a hospital.
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