Page 25 of Every Single Vow
I take another deep breath as I remind myself, he’s playing the role. Cooper never did anything half ass, so I would expect nothing less in his role as my husband. I just hope I can keep the two separate. Which reminds me. Those rules need to be discussed, stat. Because now I was certain,kissingwas definitely off of the table. Effective immediately.
When I leave the restroom, I almost collide into a strong wall of muscle. Cooper’s hands land on my shoulders, steadying me on my boots.
“Hey, you good?”
“Oh, yeah.” I wave a hand. “I’m fine. Needed to pee,” I lie.
He squints at me before using his thumb to swipe a spot next to my bottom lip. “You got some lipstick here,” he says, his voice husky. “Sorry if I surprised you. I thought the kiss would be a nice touch.” His lip tilts up at the corner, and I will my heart to quit fluttering.
It’s getting ridiculous.
I revert back to our typical back and forth, aiming for normal. “I was impressed. Glad I could confirm that Mariann Smith wasn’t lying,” I quip.
Mariann Smith was Cooper’s first kiss at the homecoming in the seventh grade. She came into the girl's bathroom at the football game gushing about what a good kisser he was.
I cried for three days.
“Well for the record, you’re a hell of a lot better kisser than Mariann Smith.” He peers down at me, his eyes dropping to my mouth.
“Practice makes perfect.” I smile.
His smile falters briefly, and I would have missed it if I didn’t know him so well.
“And the rings. Nice save,” I add.
He steps closer. “You think I’d marry you without a ring?”
I gape up at him. “You probably spent way too much money on this, Cooper.”
“Like I’d let my wife walk around with anything less than the best.”
My cheeks heat, the wordwifesounding so natural coming from his lips.
I open my mouth to respond when we’re interrupted.
“Hey, guys.” Ivy peeks around the corner. “We’re going to take Trace and Ari for ice cream. Why don’t y’all take the afternoon to get settled at the house and I will bring her by in a few hours.”
My heart warms. “She would love that. Thank you.”
Ivy waves and I look back at Coop. “Ready to head home, Mr. Mayson?”
He offers me his elbow. “You bet, Mrs. Mayson.”
Mrs. Mayson.
I like the sound of that.
Maybe too much.
Chapter fifteen
Cooper
I glance down to the sheet of notebook paper in my hand before I look back up at Dakota who’s sitting cross legged on the couch. She changed into those fucking yoga pants that show off her shapely ass and I’ve yet to forget how her tongue felt against mine less than two hours ago. So, focusing is a challenge at the moment.
“What exactly is this?” I ask, tossing down the paper with a list ofruleshalfway down the page.
After she brought the last of her things from the trailer, she must have conjured this list while I was in the barn checking the horses.
