Page 94 of Delicate Hope


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Cooper: My daughter always comes first, but you are second. Tell me and I’ll make it happen.

Mae: I’m free tomorrow.

Cooper: I’ll pick you up at six.

Mae: Sounds good. Are you sure, though?

Cooper: Yeah, Naomi can hang with June. She wants to anyway.

Mae: Okay

Cooper: So what are you wearing?

Mae: You cannot be serious.

Cooper: Deadly, tell me what you’re wearing.

I grin at the phone, waiting for her response. She’ll probably tell me off, or throw it right back and ask me what I’m wearing — a pair of pajama shorts.

The bubbles pop up again, and I almost drop the phone because she sent me a picture. Fumbling to hold my phone straight, I tap on the picture, making it bigger, and she’s wearing shorts, a tank top, definitely no bra, and her hair is a mess on top of her head. Glasses sit on her nose, and she’s making a funny face holding a pencil between her teeth.

Damn, that’s sexy.

Mae: Gotcha

Cooper: Is that your normal work attire? Can I work at your company?

Mae: Haha, very funny, and I thought you were bad at math

Cooper: I’m sure I could figure something out

Mae: It’s hot

Cooper: Yes, you are

Mae: *eye roll emoji*

Cooper: You are terrible at taking compliments, stubborn

Mae: So what are you going to do about it?

Cooper: Keep complimenting you

Mae: That… was not the answer I was expecting

Cooper: You thought you had me pegged, didn’t you?

Mae: … maybe

Cooper: Did you want me to tell you I’d lay you over my thigh and slap that pretty little ass until you accept all my compliments?

Mae: No

Cooper: Liar

Mae: Prove it

Cooper: One day I will by putting a ring on your finger