I groaned, covering my face with my hands. “No, I just feel like she might end up kissing you or someday while working together, you two will end up in a room alone. I don’t know; I am all over the place.” Cole laughed, reaching over to pull my hands away from my face. "Nicola, you have nothing to
Nicola Taylor As I mixed the batter for my chunky chewy chocolate cookies, the intoxicating aroma of chocolate wafted through the kitchen, making my stomach grumble in anticipation. I could already picture Cole's reaction, his eyes lighting up as he took his first bite. Baking had become a therape
Nicola Taylor As I hurried into the classroom, hating that I was late. Cole was in London for this week on a business trip so I had to take Arabella to school every day this week. I guess I suck at time management because I’ve been late two days in a row this week. Mr. Paterson’s eyes lit up wit
I shot him a withering look. “Expand my horizons, you say? Look, I’d rather eat burnt toast for the rest of my life than join you at one of your extravagant parties. Hell would freeze over before you’d actually get what you are trying to get from me.” His face flushed slightly, but he tried to keep
Nicola Taylor Sitting in my car, I stared blankly at the steering wheel, my hands gripping it tightly as I tried to steady myself. My breath was shaky, and my chest felt like it was constricting, each inhale a little harder to manage than the last. Tears brimmed in my eyes, threatening to spill ov
Isabella’s expression shifted immediately. The usual lightness in her eyes was replaced by a serious, almost guarded look as she leaned in closer, hanging on to every word. “What did he say?” she asked, her voice low and steady, though I could hear the concern creeping in. I took a deep breath, “H
Nicola Taylor I stormed into the house, my mind filled with thoughts I couldn’t fully grasp. The anger that had built up inside me over the day was just waiting to spill over, but it was held at bay the moment I heard the sound of tiny footsteps rushing toward me. Arabella’s joyful giggles filled
I looked at her, feeling a lump in my throat. “But I’ve been the nice, understanding wife for so long. I’ve tried so hard to be patient with him. What more can I do?” Mrs. Kinsley’s gaze softened, but her words were as sharp as ever. “You’ve been nice for long enough, darling. Now it’s time to remi