would dress in the morning without her watching. She always made sure he’d done a proper job, of course, but even she basked in her son’s sense of accomplishment.
She shut off the burner she’d been scrambling eggs on and covered the frying pan to keep them warm. Andi took a sip of coffee and set it on the kitchen island before heading back into the living room with a sigh, praying she could hold onto her sanity.
Cole would probably want to talk about what had happened last night, but she didn’t. She just wanted to forget it. She promptly banished all memories of his lips on hers and the sudden tremble that had slid down her spine. She ignored her traitorous body. Andi hadn’t felt that way in—well, never, really. Not even Iain had melted her with one kiss.
Iain. His smiling face popped into her head and she was rushed with guilt, just as she had been last night. Damn Cole.
Her heart stopped at the sight of Ethan on Cole Lucas’ lap. He was tying her son’s shoes. As if it was the most natural thing in the world. She wanted to protest, but her voice abandoned her.
When she’d seen the FBI agent and the little boy shake hands earlier, her heart had skipped a beat she didn’t quite understand—or have the desire to acknowledge.
Cole Lucas couldn’t possibly be good with children. As a matter of fact, he couldn’t even like kids. Somehow it was just…wrong. He was a first class jerk. She suppressed a growl and stepped into the room.
Two sets of eyes, one deep blue and the other steel grey, met hers at the same time. They both smiled at her, Ethan flashing a brilliant grin, Cole’s a bit tentative. She berated herself because she liked how her son looked in Cole’s arms, just as she had liked being there herself.
Her gaze locked with his. Andi was frozen for a moment until Ethan’s voice broke the spell.
“Cole helped me, Mama.” His statement kicked her into mommy-mode.
Good. It was what she needed. She couldn’t meet Cole’s eyes again.
“I see that. Did you say thanks?”
Ethan looked at Cole, then back at her. “Thanks, Cole!” he said obediently, and scrambled off the FBI agent’s lap.
“No problem, kiddo.” Cole ruffled her son’s copper curls and Ethan giggled.
Andi’s heart stuttered. “Are you guys hungry?” she forced out.
“Yeah!”
“Famished,” Cole said, speaking at the same time as Ethan’s exclamation.
Andi focused on her son, looking away from Cole’s grey eyes and dimples. “I made scrambled eggs, bacon and toast,” she told Ethan, who beamed and skipped towards the kitchen.
“Thanks, Andi,” Cole said, walking beside her.
She acknowledged him with a nod. “Thank you for helping my son.”
“I didn’t mind in the least. He’s a cute kid.”
“Thanks.” She was polite, handing him a mug for coffee after assisting Ethan into his booster seat. “I would have thought you didn’t like kids.”
“Oh?” Cole asked, raising an eyebrow at her.
A blush rushed her cheeks. She’d insulted him, but she’d not meant her tone to be snide. “Well…”
“I’m not that guy, Andi,” Cole said evenly.
She stared at him, not wanting to admit she knew exactly what he meant. She did think he was that guy .
“I see no need to discuss it,” she said, concentrating to keep her voice normal. She didn’t want Ethan to know anything was wrong, or for Cole to realise how much he’d flustered her.
He didn’t answer, just thanked her for the mug and fixed himself some coffee. Andi quickly made plates for all three of them and sat to Ethan’s right at the square table in her breakfast nook. Cole took a seat across from her son. She resisted the urge to scoot her chair farther away from him.
“I have two nieces,” he said.
“Oh?” Andi asked, looking pointedly at the food on her plate.
“They’re seven and nine. My sister’s kids. I don’t get to see them much, but I adore them.”
“What’s their names?” Ethan asked.
Andi smiled as he
She shut off the burner she’d been scrambling eggs on and covered the frying pan to keep them warm. Andi took a sip of coffee and set it on the kitchen island before heading back into the living room with a sigh, praying she could hold onto her sanity.
Cole would probably want to talk about what had happened last night, but she didn’t. She just wanted to forget it. She promptly banished all memories of his lips on hers and the sudden tremble that had slid down her spine. She ignored her traitorous body. Andi hadn’t felt that way in—well, never, really. Not even Iain had melted her with one kiss.
Iain. His smiling face popped into her head and she was rushed with guilt, just as she had been last night. Damn Cole.
Her heart stopped at the sight of Ethan on Cole Lucas’ lap. He was tying her son’s shoes. As if it was the most natural thing in the world. She wanted to protest, but her voice abandoned her.
When she’d seen the FBI agent and the little boy shake hands earlier, her heart had skipped a beat she didn’t quite understand—or have the desire to acknowledge.
Cole Lucas couldn’t possibly be good with children. As a matter of fact, he couldn’t even like kids. Somehow it was just…wrong. He was a first class jerk. She suppressed a growl and stepped into the room.
Two sets of eyes, one deep blue and the other steel grey, met hers at the same time. They both smiled at her, Ethan flashing a brilliant grin, Cole’s a bit tentative. She berated herself because she liked how her son looked in Cole’s arms, just as she had liked being there herself.
Her gaze locked with his. Andi was frozen for a moment until Ethan’s voice broke the spell.
“Cole helped me, Mama.” His statement kicked her into mommy-mode.
Good. It was what she needed. She couldn’t meet Cole’s eyes again.
“I see that. Did you say thanks?”
Ethan looked at Cole, then back at her. “Thanks, Cole!” he said obediently, and scrambled off the FBI agent’s lap.
“No problem, kiddo.” Cole ruffled her son’s copper curls and Ethan giggled.
Andi’s heart stuttered. “Are you guys hungry?” she forced out.
“Yeah!”
“Famished,” Cole said, speaking at the same time as Ethan’s exclamation.
Andi focused on her son, looking away from Cole’s grey eyes and dimples. “I made scrambled eggs, bacon and toast,” she told Ethan, who beamed and skipped towards the kitchen.
“Thanks, Andi,” Cole said, walking beside her.
She acknowledged him with a nod. “Thank you for helping my son.”
“I didn’t mind in the least. He’s a cute kid.”
“Thanks.” She was polite, handing him a mug for coffee after assisting Ethan into his booster seat. “I would have thought you didn’t like kids.”
“Oh?” Cole asked, raising an eyebrow at her.
A blush rushed her cheeks. She’d insulted him, but she’d not meant her tone to be snide. “Well…”
“I’m not that guy, Andi,” Cole said evenly.
She stared at him, not wanting to admit she knew exactly what he meant. She did think he was that guy .
“I see no need to discuss it,” she said, concentrating to keep her voice normal. She didn’t want Ethan to know anything was wrong, or for Cole to realise how much he’d flustered her.
He didn’t answer, just thanked her for the mug and fixed himself some coffee. Andi quickly made plates for all three of them and sat to Ethan’s right at the square table in her breakfast nook. Cole took a seat across from her son. She resisted the urge to scoot her chair farther away from him.
“I have two nieces,” he said.
“Oh?” Andi asked, looking pointedly at the food on her plate.
“They’re seven and nine. My sister’s kids. I don’t get to see them much, but I adore them.”
“What’s their names?” Ethan asked.
Andi smiled as he
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