~ Emery ~
“Heard anything from Chloe?” That was the question Cole greeted me with as he made his way into the house.
Donald, who had been playing with a toy, rushed to throw himself on Cole, who lifted him in his arms.
“How you mate?” He asked my smiling son.
“I'm fine. Mimi said I'll spend the day with you, will you let me watch tv?” Donald asked sweetly, his tiny voice filling the parlor.
“Of course.” Cole set him down.
“Yes!” His small leg rushed out of the parlor to wherever he wanted.
While I stayed on the couch, glancing at my reflection through the mirror in front of me and wondering if my dressing screamed more than the lunch with Sam should.
Yep, I was going out with him.
I knew I shouldn't, but when I'd received his message some days back asking if I wasn't going to rep
