He stepped colser. Looked deep into my eyes. Hesitated a millisecond, and then dove in. "I think I'm falling in love with you."

Oh. No.

"Cole--"

"I know how you feel. About me. About him. I just wanted you to know-we could be good together. We could have a life. Kids. Vacations. On Sunday mornings I could serve you breakfast in bed."

He gave me his I-know-you-find-me-irrestible grin. "And then I could make you something to eat.

Auteur: Jennifer Rardin