Page 90 of Man Vs. Woman
Oh, Colt was so damn happy about it.
“Congratulations!” The reporter squeals, dropping all professionalism and clapping her hands together.
“Thank you!” I smile back at her, and next thing I know she has closed the distance between the two of us and carefully wrapped her arms around my body.
“I’m so happy for the two of you,” she finally says, taking a step back as her cheeks turn red. “And I’m sorry...it’s just that you’re an inspiration for me, Ms. James.”
“Please, it’s Serena,” I laugh, motioning for her to keep up with Colt and I. We take her to the upper floor, where we have a private lobby for some of our most exclusive guests. It overlooks the main gym area, the glass panels that stretch from the floor to the ceiling allowing an unobstructed view of the ground floor.
For a moment, I stand there with Colt, just taking in the moment.
“Sometimes, it’s hard to believe that things turned out like this,” I admit, reaching for him and lacing my fingers on his.
“Yeah, that’s right,” Colt adds, “but I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
