**Completed** Cole Galloway has always had just enough of an ego to believe that the women falling at his feet were deserved. With an abundance of charm and looks to die for, who wouldn't want him?
Wynona Caldwell. That's who.
When Cole sets his s...
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Wynona
I've typed and erased this text no fewer than twenty times now. I want to tell him I'm sorry and to know that he's okay. I also realize that doing so could put him in more danger.
I won't do it, but doing nothing is making me feel sick. Releasing a stilted breath, I toss my phone away, and it lands with a startling thud on the wooden vanity in the corner. Flopping backward onto the bed in the center of the room, I succumb to the endless loop of images running raggedly through my mind.
We'd had an amazing time together, as we always do. Spending time with Cole is like breathing in fresh mountain air. His mere presence, no matter how unassuming, is rejuvenating to my soul.
All of that was erased though, in the blink of two icy blue eyes. There was no mistaking the violence behind Harris's calm exterior when he saw me with his son: pure, unadulterated hate. I'm the granddaughter of his competition and nemesis. Despised.
I want to do something, but any action I would take could only serve to cost Cole further. Sure, nobody will ever see the repercussions of Cole's beat down tonight, but goodness knows he'll be feeling them for the next week.
Dammit.
I knew I shouldn't have gone home with him. I knew.
My phone buzzes from on top of my dresser across the way, illuminating my dark bedroom. I've been surrounded by the deafening silence of regret for the last hour, praying that I'd hear from him soon. The screen goes black once again, and the slivers of moonlight peeking through my up-turned blinds are the only thing preventing me from being swallowed wholly by my fears.
I roll off the bed, willing the text to be from him as I make my way toward my phone. The weight of the unknown falls away when I see Cole's name on my cell phone screen.
I'm outside.
The content of the text catches me by surprise, my heart dropping into my belly. I'm immediately a bundle of nerves, both excited to see him, and reluctantly hopeful that my mind has been completely off base since I left the Galloway's.
I bound down the stairs to invite him inside. When I open the door, I find him leaning casually against the door frame.
"Cole..." I utter, my eyes filling with unwelcomed tears.
He's okay.
"You planning on inviting me in, Nono?" He raises a hopeful eyebrow as he meets my watery gaze. I nod in response, wrapping my arms around him. His body shudders at my touch, and I take a step away, examining him.
