The first light of dawn painted the sky, revealing Regina’s tear-streaked face. Colt looked at her delicate features, smeared with the remnants of her crying, and finally said, “As long as you remain Mrs. Ryan, I’m willing to let bygones be bygones.”
Tears didn’t necessarily mean anything.
At least, not for Regina.
She just kept pushing at Colt’s waist, refusing to answer, her voice muffled, “Don’t touch me!”
Those three words struck Colt, freezing him in place. A jumble of emotions, none of them pleasant, churned within him. For a moment, he couldn’t see clearly, neither her nor himself. But Colt never allowed himself to remain lost in such a state. His thoughts raced, finally settling on a reason. Regina was still being unreasonable.
“Stop this nonsense. My patience has limits.”
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