All of Me

There was no animosity in his tone, just humor. They were a cute couple. Affection shone in their eyes, and whenever Cole looked at Mia, it was like he was seeing her for the first time. Faith wondered if it had anything to do with how long it took them to get back together. She’d read Cole’s memoir, every captivating, painful word, and she felt like she knew these two on a level too personal for comfort.

Mia brushed a strand of Cole’s blond hair from his forehead. “Gi

“I’d rather have you alone, but we can take her with us. Family vacation?”

Mia looked unsure, her gaze traveling over Cole’s shoulder and around the room. “We haven’t had any time to ourselves, but I also don’t want to leave if she’s worried. There hasn’t been any stability in her life—”

“Stop it. She had you.” Cole turned his brown eyes to Faith. “What do you think?”

They also asked her opinion a lot, which was both humbling and flattering. “You don’t leave for two more weeks. It’ll give her some time to get used to the idea. I would just keep reminding her that you’ll be back. Perhaps have Jake and Lacey spend a little more time with her to get her used to the transition.”

Cole nodded. “If that doesn’t work, we’ll take Gi

Faith opened and closed her mouth, hoping she hid her surprise. It took a special kind of person to be willing to take his wife’s disabled sister with them on a honeymoon. For the first time since accepting the job offer, Faith knew it was the right choice.

*   *   *

Alec followed Lacey and Jake into Cole’s house and whistled through his teeth. “Nice digs, Cole.” He hadn’t been inside the house in years, not since John and Kathryn Covington owned the place, but it looked different now. Instead of expensive paintings by famous artists and deco wallpaper, there were rich blue-gray walls and family portraits.

“Alec Winston.” Cole shook his hand. “Been a long time. How’s the new book coming?”

“It’s coming.” Not at all, but it would. Hopefully before his publisher threatened to sue.

Jake snorted. “He has writer’s block.”

Cole’s eyebrows shot up. “For how long?”

Alec narrowed his eyes on his brother before turning back to Cole. “A while. I’ll work through it.”

“It’s been a year.” Jake shrugged when Alec shot him another glare. “Cole’s an agent. He’d understand. Maybe he can help.”

Further awkward conversation was avoided when Mia strolled in. Jesus, her blue eyes were still one of the most intense things Alec ever had the pleasure of seeing. Last he’d seen her, her black hair had trailed down her back. She’d cropped it all off since then.

“Look at you, all grown up.” She smiled and drew him in for a hug. “And you finally grew into your shoes.”

“Har, har.” Yeah, he wasn’t so gangly anymore. He released her and stepped back. “You are as lovely as ever.”

“Aw. Still know all the right words.”

They’d never had a romantic history. Mia had only ever had eyes for Cole, and Alec had only ever wanted to live in the fantasy inside his make-believe stories, but they’d had some good summers long ago.

Jake snorted again at Mia’s comment, insinuating he didn’t, in fact, currently have the right words due to his writer’s block.

Alec pi

“Let’s have some lunch and you can tell me about your problem.” Cole gestured deeper into the house.

Alec glanced heavenward and followed them into the dining room. Faith was standing next to the table where Gi

“Faith, this is Alec, Lacey, and Jake.” Mia smiled and directed her gaze from Faith to her sister. “Gi

He didn’t see how she could. She must’ve been in kindergarten last they’d crossed paths. Yet the girl nodded and gri

“Gi

“You write scary stories.” Gi

“And how would you know that?” he teased. It was safe to assume horror fiction wasn’t something Mia let her dabble in, even if she could comprehend the story.

“Mia has all your books. She reads with the lights on because they’re scary and it’s not so scary with the lights on but I don’t think the dark is scary.” Compound sentence complete, Gi

He gri

“Right.”

“I’ll let you get on with your lunch.” Faith smiled at Gi

It didn’t escape Alec’s attention that Faith had yet to look him in the eye. He still didn’t know her eye color, and for some unforeseeable reason, that bugged him. As she turned to leave, he had the oddest urge to grab her arm to stop her, probably because that voice still had his interest piqued. In the end, he didn’t have to.

Mia took a step forward. “Where are you going?”

Clearly confused, Faith pointed vaguely toward the kitchen. “You have company . . .”

Her words hung in the air until Mia and Lacey shared a brief look. Mia turned back toward Faith. “Please stay. You’re our guest, too.”

Faith flinched. Literally flinched. As if the concept of being wanted was foreign. She obviously thought she was intruding. Her ma

Dear Diary, I’m sorry to bother you . . .

“If you’re sure,” she said.

Uncomfortable topic out of the way, they sat down and passed the platters around. Once they had a few bites down, Jake leaned around Lacey to address Faith.

“Where are you from, Faith?”

She paused mid-chew, her gaze never leaving her plate. Slowly, she swallowed and darted a glance in his brother’s direction. “I’m from the Charlotte area.”

“Do you have a big family?”

Alec knew his brother was just trying to break the ice, but he was only making the room arctic in the process.

Faith squirmed in her seat. “It’s just me and my parents. They’re retired.”

“So, Mia. You’ve read all my books?” Alec wasn’t trying to be an egotistical ass, but Faith needed saving. He’d wonder why later.

“Guilty. They scare the bejesus out of me, but I can’t put them down.”

Lacey laughed. “Have you seen the movies? I about died watching that last one. What was it called?” She turned to Jake for assistance.

“Thread of Fear,” Jake supplied. “I still have the claw marks on my arms from her fingernails. Mia can go to the theater with her next time. I’m out.”

“Oh no.” Mia shook her head. “The books are enough for me, thank you.”

Alec could feel his head expanding with the praise. Adoring public aside, it mattered what these people thought because they were co

“I’ve never seen your movies.”

Head successfully deflated.

Gi

Cole laughed. “Not a good idea, darlin’.” He tossed his napkin on the table. “So, Alec. Writer’s block?”