Cole HarringtonI gripped the blanket, which she had covered herself with again, and gave it a firm tug. She shrieked, clutching it tighter to herself, but I wasn’t about to give up. Not when she looked this damn delicious, wrapped up and flustered, trying so hard to hide from me."Stop fighting, Ni
Cole Harrington I adjusted my tie as I headed downstairs, reluctantly getting ready to leave for the office. If it weren’t for the fact that Lucas and I had an important meeting lined up, I’d have loved to stay back with Nicola and continue our… activity from earlier. The memory of her in that out
Cole HarringtonI stayed silent, feeling the tightness in my throat as he continued, "I mean, now I can say these things about her, but if you remembered her... well, it’d be a touchy subject, let’s just say that.”“Alright, what else?” I asked, knowing he was still holding back.Dad shifted in his
Nicola Taylor I was setting up Arabella's new room, carefully arranging her things, wondering if Cole hadn’t destroyed his old room with Courtney, would it have helped him regain his memory? The thought clung to me as I placed the Elsa pillow down on the bed. The room was coming together nicely—a s
Nicola Taylor “Cole, please, just go upstairs,” I begged, my voice strained with desperation. I could feel the tension in the room thickening, like a storm brewing on the horizon. This was bad—really bad—and the last thing I wanted was for him to get dragged into something that could seriously mess
“No, no,” Mrs. Simmons sputtered, her bravado cracking. “Just pay our debts, then. We can’t afford it. You can’t leave us like this. We’re family. Please Cole, we love you like our son.” Cole’s face was a mask of cold fury. “You should’ve thought about that before you spent money you didn’t have,”
Nicola Taylor I massage my temples as I step into my classroom, bracing myself for the parade of parents awaiting me. I adore my kindergarten students, even the little troublemakers, but meeting their parents is the most daunting part of my job. While some parents are delightful, most are overbear
Nicola Taylor "Let go of his hair, Arabella. No, don’t do that," I say urgently, finally freeing Tim's hair from Bella's grasp as I lift her up to calm her down. My assistant teacher rushes to Tim’s side to check on him. I carry Bella out of the classroom, her fits continuing in my arms. I sit dow