less—makes no sense. Roger never paid any attention to her while Tony was alive, but as soon as my son dies, he turns on the charm and proposes marriage?
“Lauren thinks she knows best, and she won’t listen to me on this. She says I’m being overprotective. It doesn’t add up, Cooper. Not at all.”
Cooper didn’t like what he was hearing. Normally he’d chalk Lauren’s engagement up to falling hard when you’re at your most vulnerable. After all, this happened immediately after Tony’s death. Granted, some people married after only knowing each other a few weeks and found marital bliss that way but not that often.
But Lauren marrying Roger Kelsey?
Roger was a charmer and a playboy who went through women with the stealth of a panther. Tony would have seen red and never approved.
A deep sigh rose from Cooper’s chest. One of the last conversations he’d had with Tony pounded in his head.
“I think Kelsey’s siphoning money from my profits. Things aren’t adding up,” Tony had said. “I don’t have solid proof yet, but I’m working on it. If my suspicions are correct, he’s breaking the law and cheating me blind.” Tony had vowed to get to the bottom of it.
Cooper faced Loretta, certain now he had to intervene. Not only for Loretta and Lauren, but because Tony would’ve wanted him to. “I’m sorry, but what can I do? Just name it.”
“Oh, Cooper, I was hoping you would say that,” she said, relieved. Her face relaxed and she looked at him with the tiniest hint of a smile. He was glad he could comfort her. There wasn’t anything he wouldn’t do to help Tony’s mother.
“I need you to stop the wedding.”
* * *
As soon as her mama opened the front door and Cooper walked in, something warm and fuzzy ran through Lauren’s veins. At twenty-six, she thought she’d be over her fascination. But that rugged face, that sharp profile, the amazing sky blue in his eyes—all spoke of happy times during her childhood when the boys, Tony and Cooper, would include her in their antics. She’d loved being with them, even if they were both six years older and dreadfully overprotective of her.
When she’d turned twelve, barely old enough to understand crazy, out-of-whack hormones, she’d developed the worst crush on Cooper Stone. It had lasted two long and lean years until she’d graduated middle school. Then, in high school, she’d fallen hopelessly in love with Brendan Marsh. Her crush on Brendan ended after five weeks when she’d discovered Toby Strickland, Providence High’s premiere quarterback. Shortly after, there was Gregory Bell, pitcher for the Providence High Pirates.
Her list of crushes was long. She was forever falling in and out of love. Katy, her bestie, and the rest of her friends would tease her, saying she wasn’t a flake, just a hopeless romantic. But she’d matured while in college. She’d only fallen for one boy at UCLA. Unfortunately he wasn’t the One and as soon as they’d come to that mutual conclusion, they’d parted ways.
This time, her love for Roger was the real deal. He’d been there for her during that trying, heartbreaking time right after Tony passed away. He’d been her rock. Her support. Lord knows she’d needed that so much during that time. Roger had made her laugh and given her hope. And they’d cried together, comforted each other.
She knew it deep down in her heart. He was Tony’s partner, friend and a wonderful man. How could she not love him?
Yet tonight, seeing Cooper in her mother’s house brought a measure of familiarity and comfort. She had a favor to ask him and she hoped it wasn’t asking too much. “I’m so glad you came for dinner,” she said, walking over to him.
He put out his arms and she flowed into them. Being in his strong embrace cushioned her heart and made her feel closer to the brother she’d lost. Cooper had blamed himself for the accident, but everyone knew it hadn’t been his fault. He hadn’t been the one drinking and driving. He couldn’t possibly have known the other driver was going to careen off his side of the road and slam into them. So hugging Cooper was a way for her to comfort him, too. A way to tell him she didn’t hold him responsible for her brother’s death.
“I’m glad, too, Laurie Loo.”
She chuckled. “You haven’t called me that for at least a decade.”
“Yeah, I know. You used to hate it.”
“I’ll let you in on my secret. I only pretended to hate it.” She’d actually thought his nickname for her was kind of sweet. It was the way he’d say it, with deep affection rather than mockery, that kept her crush for him alive.
“Come in, Cooper,” her mother said. “Dinner’s almost ready. Why don’t you and Lauren have a seat in the family room while I go check on things?”
“You need a hand, Loretta?” Cooper asked.
“No, no, no. You two go on and catch up. I’ll be fine,” she said, stepping out of the room.
“Mama likes doing it all herself. That’s never going to change. Even though she retired from nursing, she can’t seem to keep still. I suppose it’s a good thing.” Except when she was meddling in her life.
Her mother meant well, but her irrational arguments against her marrying Roger weren’t fair. Yes, her mama married her father after dating only two months and, yes, their marriage had gotten off to a rocky start. But Mama hadn’t really known him, not the way Lauren knew Roger. David Abbott’d had a wandering eye and her mother had been too blinded by love not to see it. Until her father had picked up and left his family.
Before he’d died, he’d been married and divorced three other times. So, of course, her mother would think that Lauren wasn’t thinking this through. Sadly, her mother had scars that hadn’t healed and she didn’t want her only daughter to end up that way too. And that was part of the reason Lauren needed to see Cooper. For backup. Her mama trusted Cooper. If he could give her the approval she needed, she was sure her mama would back off.
Cooper nodded. “No doubt. Keeping busy is healthy for the soul.”
“Well, then, Mama’s soul is in ridiculously good shape.”
Lauren led him to the brushed-suede sofa in the family room and gestured for him to sit. The cushions sank a bit as they both took a seat. Lauren crossing her legs and garnering an appreciative look from Cooper. She’d dressed up for the occasion, a soft, cocoa, lacy dress and heels, a far cry from the scrubs she usually wore. Suddenly her nerves started bouncing like a Ping-Pong ball. This was an important night. She needed an ally.
Cooper gave her a megawatt smile. “You look great. How’ve you been?”
“I am great,” she said. “I have news and I wanted to share it with you right away.”
“Okay,” he said, leaning back against the sofa, giving her his full attention. “Sounds important.”
She put out her left hand and her square-cut, two-carat diamond ring sparkled under his nose. “I’m engaged to Roger Kelsey. Isn’t it wonderful?”
Cooper held her hand to peer at the ring on her finger. A little zing flittered through her system. She may not have completely gotten over her little crush on him from ages ago, but that wasn’t love or anything close.
