My obituary is going to read: Cole Wild quietly passed away from the suspense of waiting to hear Ella Daniel’s new answer.
A soft laugh escapes me and I smile down at my screen as tears burn my eyes. Damn him and having to make something that feels so heavy, light.
Cole
Do you want me to ask the question again?
I swallow hard over the lump lodged in my throat as my fingers move across the screen.
Ella
Yes please.
Cole
Can I take you out for dinner sometime?
Ella
I would love that.
Cole
I like the new answer a lot better.
When would be a good time for you?
It feels strange, feeling giddy like this while talking to a man. Like I should be kicking my feet from excitement. I resist the urge to, even if the butterflies are fluttering away inside my stomach.
He remembers that I don’t have the flexibility to go out whenever. I have a job. I have a daughter. I have responsibilities that must be taken care of first.
Ella
I need to check with my sitter first, to see if there’s a night that works best for her, if that’s okay.
I don’t know what your schedule looks like.
Cole
I will clear my entire schedule for you, El.
Figure out a day that works best for you and I will make it work.
My eyes widen as I reread his message again. And again. And again.
Holy shit.
Ella
I will let you know.
Cole
There’s no rush. I’ll be here whenever you’re ready.
Ella
I’ll let you know then.
