Love Redone in Hidden Harbor (Island County Book 2) by Karice Bolton Page B

muttered, happily handing the phone over.
    “I had a friend use one of those sites, and when he showed up to meet her, she was actually a he with a wig and...” Mason wiggled his brows.
    “The guilt is suddenly slipping away,” Tori said.
    “I’m sure there’s a logical explanation,” I countered.
    “You’re absolutely right.” Mason nodded. “The logical explanation is that she wants to get laid.”
    My chest tightened at the thought of Cole. Why would she play him like this? Or did he know and not care?
    “So she not only looks, she touches.” I stared at her grinning face. “Do you think Cole knows?”
    Nick took the phone away from me and slid it back in his pocket.
    “Well, I looked to see if he was on the site, and he wasn’t.” He took a bite of his salmon. “And it’s not like her profile pops up on Google. You have to be a member to see it.”
    “Wait a second.” My eyes narrowed.
    “I have a profile,” he said, in between bites.
    “And you never told me?” I laughed.
    “Never came up.” His grin deepened.
    “Please tell me that’s not where you met Andrea.” I stared at him and he shrugged.
    “And the pieces of the puzzle begin to fit.” I took a bite of pasta and shook my head.
    “Well, you don’t think it was conversation that held our relationship together do ya?” His brows furrowed.
    I rolled up my napkin and smacked him with it.
    “I’ve actually only done it twice,” Nick promised.
    “It sounds like once is one too many times,” I grumbled.
    “So should we warn Cole?” Tori asked.
    I shook my head. “He’s a grown man.”
    “He didn’t care about Natty’s heart when he broke it all those years ago,” Nick said. “And believe me, I remember it like yesterday. I had to hear about it over and over and over again.”
    I rolled my eyes. “It wasn’t that bad.”
    But it had been that bad. I’d been a wreck that summer and now I was still a confused ball of emotion unable to cope with anything love-related. And that was when my mind drifted back to Cole and Cynthia.
    Do I tell him?
    Not tell him?
    Let it roll?
    Act surprised?
    Act like I cared?
    Act like I didn’t care?
    “Life generally has a way of working out,” Tori said, pushing her empty plate away.
    “A bad marriage would certainly be payback,” Nick said, noticing something run across my expression so I dropped my gaze. “But you’re too much of a sweetheart to let that happen.”
    “Natty is a hopeless romantic,” Tori sighed. “She’s even kept a psychotic cat for cryin’ out loud, all in the name of love.”
    I shook my head. “Not true. I kept Pickles because getting rid of her would mean her certain death, and I could never do that to a living creature, no matter how much it hates me.”
    “Tell yourself what you want,” Tori said. “But I think Pickles has been your way of keeping your own version of love intact.”
    “No way.”
    “She’s right, Natty. When you look at Pickles, does Cole pop into your head?” Nick asked, his voice softening.
    “No,” I fibbed.
    “Your brow twitched, sweetie,” Tori chuckled.
    “So.”
    “So your brow twitches when you’re lying.”
    “It does not,” I protested.
    “Yeah, it does,” Nick confirmed.
    “Is there nothing sacred? If I’m nervous I turn into an overripe strawberry, if I fib my brow twitches…”
    “Those are only things your closest friends would know,” Tori said, squeezing my hand.
    “So what about the email?” Nick prodded. “You know the one Cole sent before dinner?”
    I pressed my fingers along my brows so they wouldn’t move and smiled. “It was absolutely nothing. And see? No twitching of the brows.”
    “Holding them down doesn’t count.” Nick shook his head. “But seriously, what was in the email?”
    His email didn’t mean anything, and I certainly wasn’t going to read more into his words than what was there.  Besides, I wasn’t sure I could really believe it anyway and would it change the