COLE'S HOUSE
Elizabeth knocked on Cole’s door, her work heels clicking against the concrete steps as she shifted her bag on her shoulder. She still had on her office clothes—a fitted blazer and pencil skirt—and carried a gym bag slung over her arm. When Cole opened the door, his expression morphed from neutral to slightly amused, one brow arching upward.
“I thought you said you were coming for training,” he said, leaning on the doorframe with his arms crossed.
“I am,” Elizabeth replied with a small, confident smile, stepping past him into the cozy warmth of his home.
Cole closed the door behind her and looked her over again, shaking his head slightly. “You could’ve waited till Saturday,” he pointed out. “You look exhausted, and you’re still in your work clothes. That doesn’t exactly s
