Page 128 of Love Unforgettable
I can imagine Cole caring for me when I’m sick, catering to me when I’m pregnant, gently tending to our babies. It’s that same warm and caring internal makeup that made my dad such a fantastic father and husband. That ability to selflessly love.
Wow. My parents would have loved him.
The palate cleanser comes and goes and dessert is being served, while I am still a swirling vortex of thoughts and emotions. No one really tries to talk to me. As though everyone realizes just how crazy this whole night has been and we are letting things settle for a bit before broaching any serious subjects again.
Either that, or you ruined the whole evening by asking everyone if they are insane.
I pick at my dessert still trying to make sense of my thoughts. What I should be doing is going over my speech.
Shit! My speech.
I search frantically for my clutch, the sigh with relief when I open it and find my note cards stashed safely inside. I pull them out and review one by one. It’s not a long speech. I changed most of it after my encounter with Sawyer Grant. I still can’t decide if that was a smart decision, but it’s the one I made so I’m going with it.
