Terin
WHEN I SAW Cole, I couldn’t deny it. As much as I wanted to believe that he meant nothing to me, my pulse raced knowing that he was only a few feet away.
“Tracy and Terin,” said Frannie, when we approached. “I want you to meet my stepson Tank and his friends.” She then proceeded to introduce us both to the bikers.
“We’ve met,” said Cole, staring at me, an amused expression on his face.
“Yes,” I replied, my eyes dropping to his clothing. He wore a black, short sleeved dress shirt that emphasized his muscular frame. If it were possible, I thought Cole looked even more handsome than ever.
“You’ve met? Oh,” said Mom. “Are you the young man who helped her at the deli last week?”
“Yes he is, Mom,” I said, answering for Cole.
“Thank you,” she said, her eyes softening. “For helping
