Page 71 of Second Chance Wedding
Ana huffed at Quinley’s droll statement and rolled her head on the back of the sofa to stare at her friend. “A letdown?”
“You realize I saw the man, right? Ana, he’s gorgeous, and he’s obviously into you. I certainly wouldn’t blame you forfinallydusting off the old??—”
“Quinley!”
“Don’t look at me like that. Unless you have some super-secret life, you haven’t had sex since Ben’s father. Does it even still work?”
“I am not having this discussion with you.”
“Fine, I suppose we are getting off track. Cole. Into you. But not sex. Keep going,” Quinley ordered after summarizing the gist of their conversation.
“Cole and I aren’t ever going to be anything but friends.”
“Why not? Ana, he let Ben off the hook without calling the cops, he used that lame excuse for getting you to attend the ball with him—not to mention the fact that you’re stillhookedon him.”
“Cole and his brothers were extraordinarily kind when it came to Ben because it would’ve meantjailtime. I am extremely grateful for that kindness, but what Cole and I had is long over.”
“He was at your house this morning.”
“So?”
“So, how many times has he been to your house?”
“What?”
“Was that the first?”
“No,” she admitted softly.
“How many times, Ana?”
Feeling the trap quickly closing over her, Ana grimaced. Quinley had always had a way of pulling information from Ana like a tsunami pulled water from the beach. Just sucked it right out of her no matter how hard she tried to hold back. “A few. He’s dropped Ben off after work and…was there last night.”
“Last nightandthis morning?” Quinley asked, sounding smug.
“Cole stopped by to bring Ben some pie because Ben revealed that dinner with my parents hadn’t gone well. Cole was checking on him.”
“And on you,” Quinley said. “So you talked to him? Cole didn’t knock on the door, hand over the dessert, and leave?”
“Why are you pushing this?”
“Because I want you to see what I see.”
“Iseethat it’s over. We were kids, and it was a first-crush, first-love kind of thing.”
“That doesn’t mean it wasn’t real. Or that he doesn’t care about you now. Why else would a man go out of his way to stop by your house and usepieas an excuse to see you?”
“If you’re going to keep at me like this all weekend, I hope you have a lot more of that champagne,” Ana said dryly.
Quinley grinned and surged off the couch to fetch another glass for Ana.
When Quin delivered the bubbly, she plopped down directly beside Ana, shifting on the luxurious couch to face her. Ana groaned. “Stop staring at me like that.”
“I will if you keep talking,” Quinley said. “What did Cole say to you last night?”
“Nothing.”
“He must have said something. Especially if he came back this morning. Did he bring morepie?” Quinley asked in a teasing tone.
