“Still, I wish I’d known. I would have been more of a gentleman.”
Cole burst out laughing—a deep, full belly laugh that I hadn’t heard from him until then. Knowing I’d made him laugh . . . well . . . it affected me. I spent the rest of the night fighting to ignore the warmth growing in my chest. I didn’t succeed.
Later, as he spooned me in bed, I was thinking of ways to protect myself from becoming addicted to him. The best option, of course, was to go cold turkey and end it before it really started, but I knew I couldn’t do it . . .
I cursed my willpower or lack thereof.
“You’re tense,” he said.
So I tried to relax.
I did not succeed.
Cole tightened his arm around me. “Everything’s going to be okay, Shannon.”
For some reason those simple words choked me up. Tears burned in my eyes and in my throat, and try as I might, I couldn’t stop them from falling down my cheeks. I tried to swallow past the lump in my throat, but I ended up making this dreadful almost, but not quite, sob.
It was Cole’s turn to tense and I suddenly found myself on my back as he leaned over me. Light from outside seeped through the blinds on his window to illuminate the concern in his eyes. “Shortcake,” he whispered, his fingers brushing my wet cheeks.
“I don’t know why I’m crying,” I whispered back, brushing at them. “So stupid.”
“It’s not.” He shook his head and pressed a soft kiss to my lips. “It’s not.” He rested his forehead against mine, hot air puffing over my mouth as he sighed. “If I was less of a selfish bastard I’d let you go.”
I reached for him, my fingers digging into his waist. I didn’t even realize I’d done it until Cole drew back to give me a small smile.
“I am a selfish bastard, though.”
My body relaxed under his, and his smile widened. To my everlasting appreciation he didn’t comment on the fact that my body clearly was at war with my brain.
“I can cheer you up.”
“I’m not sad . . . It’s just . . .” I shook my head and shrugged because I honestly didn’t know what I was feeling.
“Well, I can get rid of those tears . . . Joss invited you to her book launch on Thursday night.”
I drew in a breath, feeling a mixture of surprise, gratitude, and excitement. “Really?”
Cole’s whole face warmed with affection. “What do you say? Fancy being my date to it?”
“Do you even need to ask?”
He laughed and lay back down, easing me against him. “Apparently not.”
Smiling now, I wrapped my arms around him, snuggled my face into the crook of his neck, and tried to envision a real, honest-to-goodness book launch. Would it be swish and sophisticated? Wine and cocktails and fun literary chats?
Ooh, I’d have to dress up for something like that.
Ooh, and I’d also get my books signed by Joss.
Giddy now, I let the happy thoughts pull me into a deep, contented sleep.
CHAPTER 15
T he atmosphere at the bookstore on George Street was welcoming and relaxed. Although there were glasses of wine and champagne, there were also glasses of orange juice and water. The dress code was casual-smart, which kind of shot a hole in my plans to buy something a little fancier to wear, but it didn’t detract from the excitement of being at a book launch for one of my favorite authors.
Everyone was there except for the kids, Nate, Mick, his wife, and Hannah’s brother, Declan. Among the familiar faces were twenty or so strangers—all J. B. Carmichael fans. Joss’s readership was growing since her last book hit the e-book top one hundred. Cole had told me that there were only a handful of people at her last book launch, and it read on her face that she was a little taken aback by the fact that her popularity had quadrupled since last time.
Her husband stood at her side while readers came up to chat to her, and anytime he tried to give her space, she’d grip his arm and not so subtly jerk him back to her.
I snorted and Cole followed my gaze. “She never crossed me as the shy type.”
“She’s not. But she also hates being center of attention, so this sort of thing is her least favorite part of being an author.”
I grimaced. “I have to admit I’d probably feel the same way. I’m not a shy person, but that would make me shy.”
“Me too.”
“Really?” I said, eyeing him in surprise. “You? Shy?”
Cole grinned. “There is so much you don’t know about me.”