Page 45 of The Ranger
Cassy would tell me otherwise, but I am.
I’ll be the one waking up a million times at night to feed the baby, change the diapers, teach it everything.
Cole will eventually want to take it to his place overnight, or for a whole weekend, while I lose my ever-loving mind wondering if it’s still alive.
Tears fill my eyes as my future flashes before me.
“Hey,” Cole takes my hand in his and squeezes, but I rip back and brush away the tear that falls onto my cheek.
“Indigestion,” I mutter.
Cole steps back and lets out a loud sigh, as frustrated with me as I am with him.
ON THE WAY home, westop for groceries because “take out will kill our baby,” and Cole drops the bags on my kitchen bench.
“Go sit down, and I’ll cook.”
He does this.He makes me meals and then stays to eat with me.
I’d rather he eats me.
But he did that, and it only momentarily scratched the itch.I want more.So much more.
“Turn on the show.It’s starting in a few minutes,” Cole calls from the kitchen.
“I hate reality TV.”
“You’ve been saying that for six weeks, and yet here we are.”Cole laughs.
“We’re here because you stuck your dick inside me.”I grab the remote and turn the TV on.
Cole steps out holding a cucumber and points it at me.“We’re here because you wanted my dick, so don’t go putting this all on me.”
I bite my lip, almost laughing.
“Did you purposely choose a phallic vegetable?”
He shakes his head and walks back into the kitchen, but I saw the glint in his eyes.He loves bantering with me and...yeah.I like it, too.
Goddamn, he needs to leave.
I’m falling for him, and his being here so often does not help.I meant what I said the other day.Soon I’ll be on my own, because he’s only here for the kid.
Thursday nights have becomeournight, and we don’t have many left.
Three or four at most.
The show starts, and Cole pops in and out as he’s cooking, leaning on the edge of the sofa.I occasionally glance his way, taking in his rolled-up shirtsleeves and fancy suit pants.
Even with his tattoos, he looks like a businessman, and, my god, it’s sexy.
He’s usually in a polo shirt, jeans, or sweatpants depending on what he’s working on that week.
When the ads come on, I bite my lip and ask the question I’ve been wondering all week.He usually gives me a little more information, or gossips about the client vaguely, but this time he’s not said a thing.
“Cole?”
His bright blue eyes snap to mine.
