He stretched, and as wild and wicked memories of last night came rushing back, he glanced at the beautiful woman sleeping in his arms. He smiled and brushed her mussed hair from her face, hardly able to believe how amazing they were together. She’d come here to play, he knew that, but after the intimacies they’d shared he wondered, despite the fact that he was different from the guys this good girl normally dated, if she could possibly see a future with him. Cole thought of his mother and father and the house he’d bought for them but they refused to move into. Money didn’t buy love or happiness, his mother had said, insisting they were content in the small house they’d raised their kids in, a house on the wrong side of the tracks. Cole might not run in Haley’s social circles, and while he was a successful soccer star with a respectable salary, he wondered if she could love the poor boy beneath the soccer jersey. Because that was who he was and who he’d always be. And the truth was, he liked that guy.
