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“Omg, Cole! You are a psychopath. No way, that isn’t a fantasy! I’m tired just thinking about it!” I laugh, swatting his arm.
After having a conversation about our future kids, Cole shows me the rest of the house, including our bedroom. We become intimately introduced to that room specifically, leaving us famished, so we sit outside by the fire, drink some wine and fill our bellies with the pasta made by my delicious husband.
“I know I gave you attitude about your phone earlier, but I want to check in with Alex. I texted her earlier to tell her about the books. I want to know if she had a chance to swing by,” I smile sheepishly as I grab my phone from my purse.
Taking a drink from his wine, he smiles and shakes his head. “It will be hard, but I can be the bigger person…”
I roll my eyes knowing that he is really going to let this live for a bit. “Oh, thanks. You are such a good person,” I snark as I toss a pillow his way.
I shoot off a quick text and toss my phone on the table.
“What were you saying earlier about Sherlock Holmesing it?” he asks with a mouthful of pasta
“Gross.” I laugh. “It was Murder She Wrote. Get your shows straight.”
“Clearly, you are passionate about your Angela Lansbury trivia.”
“HA! She is bomb!”
“I won’t disagree, but what were you talking about?” he asks, setting his plate aside to give me his full attention.
“It’s nothing, really, I just had this thought that has been bugging me ever since Carter was bailed out by his cousin. I didn’t really know Carter and his family well, but we knew some of the same people, so I was hoping that maybe I could find something in one of my scrapbooks that would make sense. I don’t remember him, but I mean, I’m sure he had some friends and maybe they could help us out. I just wonder who would have bailed him out, especially considering the charges and the fact that his own parents want him put away in a hospital. Alex remembers he used to hang out with some sad guy and I don’t, so… I was just, I don’t know… trying to connect some dots.” I’m not sure why, but I feel embarrassed or self-conscious once I say it all out loud. I mean, what do I think I’m going to find. I feel like a child, naïve and silly. I look away, not wanting to see Cole’s reaction.
“What are you looking away for, don’t be like that. I think it’s cool that you want to help. Can I look, too?” His voice is soft as he sweetly pulls me closer to him.
“Don’t make fun of me!” I spit out pushing back against him.
“Mia, baby, I’m not… swear. I totally get it, you want to feel like you’re doing something to help rather than feeling helpless. I get it and frankly, it’s a great place to begin. I bet we can find something in those books.” His voice is sweet and understanding, serving to help me accept him at his word.
“Thank you.” I smile and nestle my head on his shoulder, snuggling closer because it was getting colder outside and because I love him.
“You want to make the fire bigger, sweetheart?” Cole asks, standing and walking toward our outdoor fireplace.
“Yes, please.”
“Anything for my baby.” He winks, looking back over his broad shoulders.
We stay outside until late into the night, drinking wine and laughing. It’s a perfect night and I’m sure we have drama waiting back home, but right now, right here, we are perfect. Cole carries me into the house as the fire dies outside. He made love to me three times tonight. We stay up until the early morning just worshipping each other’s bodies. Wrapping ourselves in blankets, we walk out to the deck at the end of the property line where the grass meets the lake. Cole sits me in his lap and wraps his blanket around the both of us, and we sit and watch the sunrise in silence.
“Shit!” I think I missed Mia’s call last night. I’m sure she was just calling to brag about her new lake house, I mean, what the fuck! I need a rich husband, or maybe his head of security. I shake the thought off as soon as it settles in. I cannot keep making a fool of myself. No matter how hard I pursue Foster, he treats me like a stupid girl with a crush. Ugh! I can’t even really talk to Mia about it, because she would kill me if she knew how forward I’d been. He’s just so sexy and serious and forget about the fact that he looks like he could rip your head off with just his pinky.Get a grip,Alex!My phone dings pulling me out of my daydream and I pull it out of my pocket to see it’s a text from Mia.
Hey, those scrapbooks and old yearbooks are being left at my place today…you totally don’t have to but if you get a chance, I left your name with the front, they will let you up… please don’t feel obligated.
Love you
Sweet,maybe I can get Foster alone. OMG! I seriously cannot get my downstairs lady to chill out. How horny am I, he is just a guy… who has zero interest in me… or her!
I try to focus on work and the rest of my day, but I pretty much just keep thinking about different scenarios where I find myself alone with Foster. I’m ridiculous and I know it. My co-workers are going to start to notice me lost in a dream world, especially since I’m known for being so focused. I shake my head to re-start, and dive into my paperwork. Busy work is the best part of working at the magazine. I love the high energy and pace, especially on days like today.
Heading home at the end of the day, I start to send off a text to Mia to let her know I am going to run by her place tonight when BAM, I run right into someone.
“Whoa! Buddy, watch where you’re going!”
Looking up I am stunned into silence because lo and behold, Jack, of all the assholes to run into.
“Wow, sorry, so sorry… wait a minute, Alex?”
All I can do is shake my head because I’m sure as hell not shaking the creeped out feeling that is taking over my body. I’m sure I watch way too manyCriminal Mindsshows, but this feels strange. I’ve never seen him by my building, never around here. I’m sure I’m just overly paranoid given all the things that have happened to my best friend, but he is weird.
