His Light in the Dark(123)

By: L. A. Fiore

We hadn’t yet found a replacement restaurant for Vincent’s and made the trip a few times a year because I couldn’t go too long without my chicken parmigiana fix.

Janie and Timothy were married four months after Cole and me, their daughter Nicole was born five months later.

Having Dad back, watching him with my son and my husband, and knowing that he was only ever a walk across the street, I thanked the stars every day for him.

And Cole. Marriage and a child hadn’t softened him, he was still a bit hard, remote at times and still had that crude mouth, but a day never passed that I didn’t feel his love. I wouldn’t change one thing about him, well maybe the spankings, but they happened very rarely.

I hadn’t heard Cole approach when he wrapped his arms around me and pressed a kiss to my head. “What are you doing?”

“Looking at Declan’s playhouse.”


“We’re going to have to add another one next to it.”

Cole’s body stilled, his arms tightened. “You’re pregnant?”

“Yeah. And if it’s a girl, we’re painting the house pink.”

“Not pink.”

“Pink, Cole, with purple trim.” Turning into him, I wrapped my arms around his neck. “Give me this or I’m going to bedazzle the house too.”

“Fucking Christ. Okay, pink but no purple trim, white.”


His thumb brushed across my cheek, his eyes tracking the motion. “Love you, Mia.”

It never grew old, hearing him say that, especially since he didn’t say it often.

“What I feel for you goes way beyond love.”

And there was that smile. I loved it when he smiled.

“Are you sassing me?”


“More creative. My hand’s getting itchy.”

“No, Cole.”

He looked wicked as his hands moved lower to my ass. “When’s your dad bringing Declan home?”

“In an hour.”

“Plenty of time.” He lifted me into his arms.

My body started to pulse. “Where are we going?”

“And there you go again, asking a question you already know the answer to.”

Desire burned through me, from my head right down to my toes. It was silly but since Declan had been born, I felt funny making love during the day, especially knowing he was right across the street with my dad. This didn’t deter Cole, who always persuaded me to his way of thinking, but I still mentioned it. “But it’s not dark.”

He stopped moving; his voice took on an edge, his expression turning tender. “No, and it will never be again.”

And just when I thought it wasn’t possible to love him more than I already did.

We reached the bed and he dropped me onto it. With an economy of moves that impressed as well as aroused, he undressed us both.

“Now about that sassing.”

His big, beautiful body covered mine. Being bad never felt so good.

A special thank you to Michelle, Raj, Meredith, Donna, Lynnette, Kimberly, Yolanda, Ana Kristina, Dawn, Sarah and Kimmy. Thanks for taking time to read and provide feedback on this story. For an author, writing is a labor of love, but having readers who are as interested and invested in your stories as you are is amazing. Thank you.

Trish Bacher, Editor in Heels, my copy editor. Thank you for adding your expertise to Mia and Cole’s story. Now if you would move closer, we could celebrate over dinner and drinks. Maybe 2017…

To the readers who follow me on Facebook and those in my new reading group, Femme Fabulous Readers, I so enjoy chatting with you throughout the day. Writing is very solitary, so I love the interaction; it keeps me from talking to myself, which I still do and often.

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