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Of course, Cole had been all sunshine and come-here-honey...until he’d recognized who she was. Then he’d turned dark and stormy.
Serafina searched her face. “What?”
Marisa turned, heading down the hall toward the kitchen. “I asked Cole Serenghetti to do the Pershing Shines Bright fund-raiser for the school.”
She hadn’t died of mortification when she approached him for a favor after all these years, but she’d come close. She’d fainted in his arms. A hot wave of embarrassment washed over her, stinging her face. When would the humiliation end?
Some decadent chocolate cake was in order right now. There should be some left in the fridge. A pity party was always better with dessert.
“And?” Serafina followed behind.
Marisa waved her hand. “It was like I always dreamt it would be. He jumped right on my proposal. Chills and thrills all around.”
“Great...?”
“Lovely.” She spied the cake container on her old scarred moveable island. “And yummy.”
Cole Serenghetti qualified as yummy, too. There were probably women lined up to treat him as dessert. A decade and a half later he was looking better than ever. She’d seen the occasional picture of him in the press during his hockey days, but nothing was like experiencing the man in person.
And tangling with him was just as much a turn-yourself-inside-out experience as it had always been.
“Um, Marisa?”
Marisa set the cake container on the table. “Time for dessert, I think.”
The kind in front of her, not the Cole Serenghetti variety, even though he probably thought of her as a man-eater.
Marisa uncovered the chocolate seven-layer cake. She’d been so insecure about her body around Sal—she had too many rounded curves to ever be considered svelte. But now that he was in the past, she felt free to indulge again. Of course, Sal had a new and skinny girlfriend. He’d found the person he was looking for, and she was the size of a runway model.
“So Cole was thrilled to see you?” Serafina probed.
“Ecstatic.”
“Now I know you’re being sarcastic.”
Long after high school Marisa had told Sera about her past with Cole, and how things had heated up between her and the oldest Serenghetti brother during senior year—before they’d gone into a deep freeze. Her cousin knew Marisa had confessed that Cole was responsible for the ultimate school prank, that Cole had been suspended as a result and that Pershing had lost the Independent School League hockey championship soon after.
Getting out two plates and cutlery, Marisa said, “It’s not a party unless you join me.”
Serafina sat down in one of the kitchen chairs. “I hope this guy is worth five hundred calories. Let me guess, he still blames you for what you did in high school?”
“Bingo.”
Marisa relayed snatches of her encounter with Cole, the way she’d been doing in her mind since leaving the construction site earlier. All the while, Cole’s words reverberated in her head. I’m not as big a sucker for the doe-eyed look as I was fifteen years ago. Oh yes, he still held a grudge. He’d been impossible to sway about the fund-raiser. And yet, damningly, she felt a little frisson of excitement that he had fallen under the spell of her big, brown eyes long ago...
Serafina shook her head. “Men never grow up.”
Marisa slid a piece of cake in front of her cousin. “It’s complicated.”
“Isn’t it always? Cut yourself a bigger piece.”
“All the cake in the world might not be enough.”
“That bad, huh?”
Marisa met her cousin’s gaze and nodded. Then she took a bite of cake and got up again. “We need milk and coffee.”
A little caffeine would help. She felt so tired in the aftermath of a faint.
