Page 21 of Love Me Again

"It's a crib. It was on pre-order." She lifts her eyes to mine. "You ordered it before the accident." She tells me, and I gape at her, surprised, unsure of what to say or do.

"I guess it was supposed to be a surprise?" I shrug unwittingly, and Shayla smiles and looks over at the guy who was watching us with a bored expression on his face.

"You can leave it in the foyer. Thank you." She smiles, signing the papers and handing them to the boy once he's done hauling it inside the house.

"Have awonderfulday." He smiles charmingly at Shayla, who smiles back sweetly, and his beady eyes linger on her a little too long for my liking. I push the door shut in his face, and Shayla blinks and stares up at me, puzzled.

"Well,thatwas rude," She utters, her brows fused a little while I glare back at her.

"Oh, I'm sorry, did I interrupt your little moment with the delivery guy?" I utter rather irritated, and she laughs, clearly amused.

"Cole, what are you talking about? What moment?" Shayla questions, placing her hands at her waist and looking at me expectantly, her brow arched.

I sigh and roll my eyes before I turn to walk off when her lips curl into a full-on grin. "Hold on, is the infamous Lord Hoult jealous of the delivery guy?" She questions tauntingly, reaching out and taking hold of my wrist, and pulling me back to her. I look down into her upturned face, and she gazes back at me adoringly.

"Jealous? No. Ijustthought it was rather disrespectful to be openly checking you out right in front of your husband." I tell her coolly, and Shayla's brows go up with intrigue.

"Cole..."

"What?"

"You're adorable." She coos with a chuckle, and I shake my head, trying desperately to fight the smile pulling at my lips.

"Bite me," I utter and walk away when she starts to laugh.

"Justsay where baby." She croons after me with a snigger. I glance back at her before I jog upstairs to get changed for our date.

“That’s cute. We're leaving in an hour. You might want to get ready for our date!" I remind her and hear her chuckle.

"An hour? I can get ready three times over stud muffin!" I smile as I walk into the bedroom. What is it with this girl? She makes my heart flutter in my chest.

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After I comeout of the shower, wrapping a towel lowly around my waist, I see Shayla walk into the bedroom. She stops when she sees me injusta towel wrapped loosely around my waist. Her eyes slowly skim over my wet torso, her head tilted to the side, a dreamy look in her eyes. I smirk and brush my fingers through my hair, deliberately flexing my muscles, and she bites her bottom lip.

I stroll over to her, and Shayla blinks, snapping out of her stupor, looking at me when I hold her chin, tilting her head back a little to gaze deeply into her eyes. "Like what you see, sweetheart?" I drawl huskily. Shayla licks her lips, clearing her throat.

"I mean..." She breathes, swallowing hard. "It's not a bad sight to walk into."

I smirk and lean in closer till our noses were touching. "Is that right?" I whisper, brushing the back of my fingers along her jaw. "You're not a bad sight yourself," I tell her, ghosting my lips over hers, and she sighs.Then,justas I'm about to kiss her, my phone starts to ring, causing us to pull apart once again.

Fucking hell! What's with the constant interruptions?

"You should getthat." She sighs, pulling away and walking toward the bathroom. I exhale, shaking my head frustrated as I snatch up my phone and see it's my mother.

Thanks for cock blocking Mum. I toss the phone aside. I'll call her later.

Once Shayla was ready, which surprisingly only took her thirty minutes, we got into my Maserati and drove to the location for our date. It was a lovely evening. The sun was setting, and the sky was a beautiful mixture of orange and red. Shayla had her window down, eyes closed as the wind blows her dark hair back.

Leaning over, Shayla turns the music up, and she starts to sing along to a country song, looking at me with a smile on her face. "We're always gonna be best friends, baby." She sings, pointing at me.

"I see you and me, making babies..." She sings, rubbing her belly with a grin. "Flirtin' at eighty, living on love." I watch her and couldn't stop smiling, "Yeah, we're living on love, baby." She sings to me while leaning over and kissing my cheek, grinning adorably.

"You have interesting taste in music.

Shayla laughs, "I'll have you know, Lord Hoult,thatafter you met me and I introduced you to Caraoke, your taste in music improved vastly."

I frown. "Caraoke?"

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