Page 76 of Second Chance Wedding
Come on, Ana. Show me how good my girl looks,he mused.
His phone chimed, and Cole sucked in a breath, taking in the image of Ana in a little black dress, her makeup sexier, smokier, hair curled and hanging down around her shoulders in a way that made his fingers twitch with the need to sink into the length and tug.
“Here’s a blanket and a pillow off my mom’s bed,” Ben said, dumping them on the arm of the long couch.
Cole dropped his phone face down on his stomach. “Uh, yeah. Thanks, Ben.”
“Night.”
“Goodnight.” The moment the teen’s door closed, Cole lifted his phone and saved the photo before using his fingers to enlarge the image.
Ana looked beautiful, sexy. Breathtaking.
Suddenly remembering he hadn’t commented on the pic, he swiped the screen to text her.
Please tell me Quinley’s rich fiance has you covered with security.
Come to think of it, he should’ve asked that question first. Before Ana got on that plane.
Yes, Dad. We have security.
He smirked.
Good because my girl is hot.
Not yours. FRIENDS.
Mmm. Agree to disagree. MINE.
Cole waited for an immediate response from Ana declaring how she didn’t belong to anyone but herself or her son, but nothing appeared.
Seconds ticked by, and with every one, the tension in his body grew as he waited for her to argue the fact.
Hope surged in slow, lapping waves. Was she not going to fight him on the claim?
Don’t I get a pic?
A rumbling chuckle emerged from him, and his ego soared at the fact she wanted an image of him—and she hadn’t argued his claim. Progress was sweet indeed.
He flipped to his camera roll, but all recent images were of his family, the Atlantic, or something to do with the limo and businesses.
He scrolled a little more and found a group of pictures taken his last week in the military. An impromptu basketball game with Jonesie and some of the guys.
Someone had snapped photos since they’d known it was the last time Cole would be active duty.
And since it was probably the best eye-candy photo he had of himself, that was the one he sent her.
And then he waited once again.
Would she stake a claim on him? Comment on the fact he was shirtless and sweaty, with his dog tags gleaming in the sun and fatigues riding low on his hips after a hard game?
Three dots appeared after averylong pause.
Sweet dreams, soldier. Q wants to dance. Thx 4 watching Ben.
Cole grinned. Ana hadn’t staked a claim, but he had a feeling he wouldn’t be the only one having sweet dreams.
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