Chapters (50)
- TITLE PAGE
- COPYRIGHT PAGE
- DEDICATION
- CONTENTS
- CHAPTER ONE PALMER
- CHAPTER TWO PALMER
- CHAPTER THREE COLE
- CHAPTER FOUR PALMER
- CHAPTER FIVE PALMER
- CHAPTER SIX PALMER
- CHAPTER SEVEN COLE
- CHAPTER EIGHT PALMER
- CHAPTER NINE PALMER
- CHAPTER TEN PALMER
- CHAPTER ELEVEN COLE
- CHAPTER TWELVE PALMER
- CHAPTER THIRTEEN PALMER
- CHAPTER FOURTEEN COLE
- CHAPTER FIFTEEN COLE
- CHAPTER SIXTEEN PALMER
- CHAPTER SEVENTEEN COLE
- CHAPTER EIGHTEEN PALMER
- CHAPTER NINETEEN PALMER
- CHAPTER TWENTY COLE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE PALMER
- CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO PALMER
- CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE PALMER
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR COLE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE PALMER
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX COLE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN PALMER
- CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT PALMER
- CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE COLE
- CHAPTER THIRTY PALMER
- CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE PALMER
- CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO COLE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE PALMER
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR COLE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE PALMER
- CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX COLE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN PALMER
- CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT COLE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE PALMER
- CHAPTER FORTY COLE
- CHAPTER FORTY-ONE PALMER
- CHAPTER FORTY-TWO COLE
- CHAPTER FORTY-THREE PALMER
- EPILOGUE PALMER
- ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
- ABOUT THE AUTHOR
My body trembles, needing the next moment to happen without me thinking about it. I want him to kiss me—I want him to kiss me so freaking bad. I want to lose myself in his arms and forget about logic and what might be right and what’s probably wrong.
But should I?
My phone buzzes with a very specific tone on the sofa behind me.
I pull away and fall onto my heels.
“I’m sorry,” I say, the connection between us broken. “That’s Ethan.”
“Sure. Get it.”
Cole falls back to the floor with a thud.
I grab my phone and read Ethan’s text.
My stomach hurts. Can you come get me?
My phone buzzes again.
Val:
I think Jared called Ethan’s cell. I was in the bathroom and I’m not sure what happened, but Ethan’s acting kind of weird.
Me:
I’m on my way.
I get to my feet. “I’m really sorry, Cole. But Jared apparently got a hold of Ethan, and God knows what he said . . .”
Cole is on his feet just as quickly. “Can I do anything? Want me to come back later and play catch or take him for some batting practice?” He glances over his shoulder. “Well, it’s dark. But we could—”
“Cole?” My heart swells. “Thank you. I got this but . . . honestly. Thank you.”
We stand face-to-face for a long moment. I’m not sure if he’s going to hug me, kiss my cheek, or pat my shoulder like a friend. Any of them would be welcome. But none of them are probably a good idea.
“If whatever his dad said was too bad, call me,” Cole says, smiling. “I have many talents.”
I wish I could hug him. My fingers itch to pull my body into his and let him shield me from some of the shit of my life.
But I don’t.
What I said before is true—my life is often a shit show. I have no one but Val, on occasion, to pull me out of it. And I have a son who needs me right now. Ethan trumps everything, even Cole Beck.
“That’s nice,” I say, walking around him and leading him upstairs. “Way to paint my imagination in a rainbow of colors just as you’re leaving.”
He laughs as we climb the steps and go back to reality.
Damn it, anyway.
CHAPTER NINETEEN PALMER
CHAPTER NINETEEN
PALMER
Are you hungry?” I watch as Ethan kicks off his shoes and slides them inside the shoe rack by the door. “There’s some pizza downstairs, but I could heat up the chicken-fried steak from last night, if you’d rather have that.”
He hums. It’s not an answer so much as him blowing me off—just like he’s done ever since I picked him up at Val’s.