Kiss Me If You Can (Bachelor Blogs 1)
Page 69It was so wrong that she still didn’t think he could love her for who and what she was. “I don’t just care, Lex. I love you. I said it last night but I failed to follow up. I love you and I will spend the rest of our lives making sure you know I mean it.”
She smiled, the genuine, open grin he’d fallen hard for the first time they met. “What if I still want a house?” she asked. “I wouldn’t give up travel completely, mind you, but I’d have a home base. What do you think?”
If she needed to stand on her own before she could commit to him, he’d hate it but he’d accept it. Anything she wanted or needed to be whole. “I suppose I could be persuaded to drive out to the suburbs to visit.”
“No.” She scrunched up her nose. “What if I wanted us to have a house? Together. I noticed that you talk the talk about having your own place, but you don’t even have matching sheets or dishes. We could start together and build. From scratch.”
“A place of our own.” He needed to repeat the words to believe them.
She nodded. “So when we did travel, we’d have a home to come back to.”
“And when we weren’t traveling?”
She shrugged. “We’d work…”
“And have a family?” As soon as the words were out, Coop held his breath.
Eyes wide, she absorbed the question. And then she nodded.
“Yes.” She grinned. “Yes. Absolutely.” Then and there, Coop had the answer to all the dreams he’d never known he’d had.
Lexie couldn’t stop smiling. She had never let herself think about real love, family or permanence. Never believed she wanted it or could have it for herself.
Everything had changed with this one man. “Want to know why?” she asked.
“Yeah, I do.”
She couldn’t stop touching him and she caressed his cheek.
His eyes deepened with every touch. “If I’d known how much you liked the beard, I’d have grown it sooner.”
She laughed.
“Now tell me why you’re sure about a home and a family with me.”
Lexie’s mood sobered. “Because you give me the security I never had. You give me a reason to want to be home.”
He leaned in for a deeper, emotion-sealing kiss, but she broke it off quickly, remembering a question she’d had from last night.
“What did you mean last night when I made that joke about your looking to take over your brother’s job as a cop? You said, ‘Been there, tried that.’”
He groaned. “I had to quit the police academy because of an old sports injury. It felt like I’d failed and let my father down. Then with the divorce, I failed at marriage. The only thing I didn’t fail at was being a reporter.”
She finally understood so much more about him. “So when I asked you to go away with me, expecting you to leave everything behind, you felt like I was taking away the one thing you did well.”
A horrified look crossed his face. “Hey, I hope I do more than that one thing well.”
Grinning, she patted his thigh, her hand dangerously close. “Trust me, there are many things you do very well,” she reassured him, nuzzling her face against his.
“What a pair we make,” Coop said.
“I like it.”
“You do realize the irony, right? My dad’s a cop and your grandmother’s a thief.”
“Semantics,” Coop said and pulled her into a long, deep kiss that held the promise of today, tomorrow and the future, which had never looked so bright.
EPILOGUE
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Our latest bachelor quit his day job for love. Sam Cooper’s heart is spoken for, ladies. But, luckily, there’s a new heroic bachelor in the city. Rafe Mancuso stepped in and saved one of New York City’s Finest last night, getting injured in the process. I can hear you all swooning now.
Amanda Nichols, fashion editor at the Daily Post, was there live covering the Lancaster Auction. She asked the hostage negotiator how it felt to save a damsel in distress. Mr.Mancuso, not realizing he’d been stabbed, answered from the heart—“Just doing my job. With the added perk of rescuing a gorgeous cop with a killer bod,” before passing out from his injuries.
Could romance be brewing between this hero and the lady he saved? Or is the field clear for the other women of our city? Only time—and the Bachelor Blogger—will tell.