“You are,” he replied with a shrug.
“Well, not permanently I mean,” I pointed out.
I could have sworn I heard him mutter a “we’ll see.” But, I didn’t press him on it.
“I’ll clear some space for you,” he promised once we’d arrived back at his place and gotten everything inside.
“That’s okay, I can put everything in the guest room.”
“I’ll clear some space,” he repeated.
Well, okay then.
“I’m gonna head to Cole and Scarlet’s,” I told him while putting on my jacket.
“Okay, I’ll meet you back here later.”
“Okay,” I agreed.
He hauled me into his body and kissed me soundly. “I like you being under my roof,” he said as he beamed.
“I like it, too,” I said, smiling up at him.
Chapter 13
Scarlet was seriously cranky after having very little sleep and being kept under lock and key by her fiancé. I shot a “help me” look to Cole when she wasn’t looking, but he simply shrugged and bit back a grin.
“A bit stir crazy?” I hedged.
She grimaced. “Yes,” she admitted. “But, now that I have Gracie, I’m more willing to stay holed up. I know he’s worried, and he may have reason to be,” she said quietly.
“I hope not,” I said as I sighed. “Sal has me staying at his place for now,” I added.
“Sounds familiar,” she replied with a knowing smile. When she’d gotten into trouble last year, Cole had moved her in immediately. She’d never moved out.
“It’s not like that,” I protested.
She grinned. “Sure, it’s not.”
“How’s the wedding planning going?” I asked swiftly, changing the subject.
“It’s not. Cole’s not happy about it either,” she admitted.
“Why isn’t it going?” I asked, confused.
“Because, look at me,” she complained. “I have these huge boobs from breastfeeding, and I’m nowhere near back to my old body. I don’t want to look at dresses, and because I don’t want to do that, I don’t feel motivated about the rest of it.”
I hadn’t realized she was feeling that way at all. “Scar, you look gorgeous!” I exclaimed, frustrated she’d even think it. “You had a baby like two seconds ago and you’re already out of your maternity jeans. Don’t be so hard on yourself!”
“That’s what I keep tellin’ her,” Cole interjected, coming back into the room without Grace. He must have put her down for a nap.
Scarlet huffed and crossed her arms.
“Geez, good thing I came prepared,” I quipped, heading over to my bag and pulling out the five bridal magazines I’d brought. “I’ve been waiting and waiting to do this with you,” I said with a grin.
Her expression perked up a bit and I knew I had her. Scarlet was a girly girl through and through; she just needed some encouragement. “I already tagged some of the pages of stuff I thought looked like you,” I told her, sitting down next to her and handing her a magazine. “And some maid of honor dresses that look like me,” I said with a wink.
“Thanks,” she said softly.