Chapter 15
Cole and his older sister shared a resemblance in their coloring—both had dark hair and inquisitive, yet kind, mocha-colored eyes. But the similarities ended there. Whereas Cole was the strong, silent type, Marissa was talkative and outgoing.
On the way there, she overwhelmed Savannah with questions and, unused to talking about herself so much, Savannah struggled to keep up as they moved through topics ranging from her upbringing to her future plans.
Yes, she liked living with Cole.
Yes, she missed the compound, but only because of all the little ones. There was always something that needed doing and she liked feeling useful.
No, she’d never dated.
No, nothing was going on between her and Cole.
Why did everyone keep asking her that? And why did they seem surprised when she said nothing was? Perhaps they thought like Jacob, that a man’s only interest in her was physical, but so far Cole had given her no indication that was the case.
Marissa misread her silence. “It’s okay, you can trust Cole.”
Savannah merely nodded. Somehow she knew that.
A few minutes later, Marissa parked in the mall’s overflow lot, and then turned to look at Savannah. “You ready to do some damage?” she smiled.
“Sure.”
They set off for the entrance, Savannah hesitating at the automatic gliding doors. Marissa stopped at her side.
“Are you okay? Being in public like this?”
Savannah nodded, though she supposed it was a fair question, this was a new experience for her. One of many lately. “Are you kidding, I’ve dreamt of this moment.”
Savannah dutifully followed Marissa into at least a dozen different stores, accepted armfuls of clothes, modeled the garments in the fitting room, and graciously waited while Marissa looked her over, commenting on what worked, and what didn’t. When they made their way up to the register, Marissa piled the clothes onto the counter and handed over Cole’s credit card.
Savannah snatched back a few of the garments. “It’s okay. I don’t need all of these. Just because they fit doesn’t mean I should get all of them.”
Marissa took the items from her and handed them back to the cashier, frowning at Savannah.
“Marissa,” Savannah pleaded. “This is too much. I can’t let Cole pay for all this.” She would never be able to pay Cole back at this rate.
Marissa rolled her eyes. “Oh yes you can. And you will. That boy’s got more money than he knows what to do with. Every week he stuffs his paycheck in the bank for savings. Besides, he told me to make sure you get everything you need. If I bring you back with one little bag of stuff, he’ll be pissed. Trust me.”
Savannah couldn’t really imagine Cole being pissed off, but she trusted Marissa, and she didn’t want to be responsible for making him angry. Especially since he had done so much for her already. She nodded her head in acquiescence.
But Savannah did draw the line at getting herself one of the gorgeous handbags she noticed in the department store they went to. She didn’t need it. So it felt wrong to indulge at Cole’s expense, despite Marissa’s urgings.
Several pairs of jeans later, more than a dozen tops, three pairs of shoes, an assortment of bras and panties, and even a little bit of makeup, Savannah was exhausted. They stopped for lunch at Marissa’s favorite Mexican restaurant, where she had her first ever burrito, a delicious vegetarian concoction. She made a mental note to prepare for Cole at home sometime.
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“This is it? This is all you got?” Cole pursued the half-dozen shopping bags littering the entryway to his condo.
“Told you.” Marissa shot a satisfied look at Savannah.
Savannah walked over to Cole and hugged her arms around his waist, sucking the breath from his lungs, more out of surprise than anything else. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” He patted her back carefully while Marissa scrutinized them.
Savannah shuffled off to her room, toting several of the bags.
“You guys got a chance to talk?” Cole asked his sister.
Marissa nodded, handing him the last of the shopping bags. “Yes, she’s a really nice girl. Despite her upbringing, she’s surprisingly normal. She’s got a good head on her shoulders.”
He agreed, peeking into a pink bag filled with panties. Whoa. His eyes shot back up to Marissa’s, hoping his desire wasn’t reflected in his eyes. “Yeah, thanks for taking her out.”
Savannah returned, carrying Cuddles on her hip. “Thanks for today. Both of you.” Savannah smiled.
“Oh! And guess what?” Marissa asked, looking at Cole.” We ran into Levi outside and guess what? Savannah is going on her very first date!” Marissa squealed.
Savannah’s eyes nervously darted to Cole’s, as if bracing for his response.
Damn meddling Marissa had gone too far this time. Way too f**king far. “No,” he barked out. He turned to stalk off for his bedroom.
He heard Marissa tell Savannah that she’d fix this and she trailed after him down the hall. Cole didn’t bother to lock his bedroom door, knowing Marissa would beat on it and demand to be let in, or carry on the conversation through the door, probably loud enough that the neighbors would hear.
He heard the door open as she slipped in behind him, but Cole remained facing the window, looking down on the traffic below. He didn’t even want to think about Savannah dating. “She’s not ready for that, Rissa. You need to stop interfering. Not everyone wants to f**king date all the damn time. Just because you’re over thirty and single, and miserable being alone, doesn’t mean everyone else is too. Christ…” He ran his hands through his hair, pulling it in opposing angles and released a heavy sigh.