So much had happened tonight. She felt as though they had moved beyond some magical line, and they were now far, far beyond it, entering territory that was completely foreign. Instead of retreating or hiding, she embraced it.

They came to a stop in front of a nurses station, and Cole asked her to wait a moment. Rachel nodded and released his hand. She walked over to the waiting area to take a seat, and just as she was about to sit, he was beside her, gripping her elbow.

“She’s down here.”

As they made their way, she could feel his grip tightening on her arm. Reaching across her body, she patted his hand.

“It’ll be okay,” she assured him.

He looked at her, and with a tight smile, he agreed, “Perhaps it will be.”

When they came to a stop at Room 3003, Cole let go of her arm, pushed his hands into his pockets, and moved inside the single room. Rachel waited by the door, allowing him a moment of privacy. She watched the man she had only ever seen as strong and confident walk slowly toward the bed currently occupied by a small gray-haired woman.

When he reached the side, he took out his right hand and brushed it gently across the bangs resting on the sleeping woman’s forehead. As he shifted to the left, Rachel watched the lady open her eyes and peer up at her son.

“Hi there, Lydia,” Cole greeted.

“Hello,” the woman responded.

Rachel found herself frowning, trying to work out why her greeting didn’t seem familiar at all.

“How are you feeling? You had a nasty fall,” Cole said, his voice drifting through the quiet room.

That was when Lydia looked over to where Rachel was standing just inside the door in her cocktail dress.

“Did I pull you from a date, doctor?” Lydia asked as she looked back up at Cole.

Cole glanced over his shoulder and gestured for Rachel to come closer. As she moved into the room, she gave a warm smile to the woman who was looking at her.

“I’m not your doctor. I’m Cole, and this is Rachel.”

Lydia blinked familiar hazel eyes, Cole’s eyes, as she frowned. “I have a son named Cole.”

That was when it all fell into place. Cole’s mother obviously had a very aggressive form of Alzheimer’s. She didn’t even recognize her own son, this complex man who Rachel was currently standing beside.

Taking his hand in hers, Rachel smiled down at the woman with a cast around her right arm.

“We were on our way to a function tonight when I…” Rachel glanced around the room quickly, looking for something, and that was when she spotted it. “When I saw this beautiful music box through the glass window.”

“Oh yes, that lovely lady Becky brought it in for me. It’s full of caramels, but don’t tell anyone.”

Squeezing Cole’s fingers, Rachel couldn’t help the small grin she gave him before she moved toward the small box resting on a tray by his mother’s bed. On the top of it was a painted rainbow. Looking back to Lydia, Rachel picked it up, and a smile, so like her son’s, lit the woman’s face.

“May I?” Rachel asked his mother, pointing toward her bed.

“Please. Go ahead.” Lydia patted the space beside her.

It didn’t go unnoticed that Cole had remained silent this whole time. Rachel only hoped she wasn’t crossing any lines with him, but she figured if she were, he would tell her.

Tipping up the music box, Rachel twisted the mechanism and then opened it on her lap. Inside, she saw at least ten white wax paper squares. Caramels. Rachel listened closely as the melody began, and immediately, she recognized it and started to sing.

“Somewhere, over the rainbow…”

As Rachel continued, Cole’s mother beamed and began to hum along with her, occasionally slipping into the lyrics.

Amazing. Songs seem to live in the soul even when everything else leaves, Rachel mused with a heavy heart, thinking of all the wonderful memories this woman had lost of her son.

Lydia reached out to Rachel at that moment, taking her hand, as she sang, “Where troubles melt like lemon drops,” Before they both burst into the chorus.

As the song wound down, Rachel felt a tear escape as she placed the music box back on the side table. When she straightened, she felt a large warm hand on her shoulder. Glancing back, she met Cole’s look of astonished wonderment as he cupped her cheek.

With no hesitation at all, he told her, “I love you.”

* * *

Cole hadn’t planned to tell her here, and he certainly hadn’t planned to say it now, but watching her with his mother had solidified all the feelings that had been brewing inside him all day.

Rachel still hadn’t said a word, so instead of waiting, Cole moved away from her and walked around to the other side of his mother’s bed.

Taking her hand in his, he said, “That was beautiful. I remember my mother singing that to me when I was a little boy.”

“Really?”

Nodding, he squeezed her fingers. “Would you mind if we come and see you again tomorrow? Maybe around lunchtime? This has been nice.”

As he waited for the answer, he felt his heart beating irrationally, but he knew that had as much to do with his mother as with the woman staring at him from across the bed.

“I would like that.”

Half of the weight lifted as he released her hand. “Good. That’s settled. We’ll be here around lunch.”

When Cole locked eyes with Rachel, he saw she was staring at him as though she had never seen him before. Instead of letting it bother him though, he decided to go with it. “Are you ready?”

Silently, she nodded as he moved to the end of the bed. He watched her turn and reach out to squeeze his mother’s hand.

“Bye, Lydia. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Of course, dear. Enjoy yourself tonight. Your date, he’s very handsome.”

Cole couldn’t help the way his heart warmed at the statement, and the look Rachel gave him over her shoulder told him that she agreed with his mother.

“He is, isn’t he?”

“Yes, he is.” His mother chuckled. “Have fun, you two.”

As Rachel walked toward him, Cole let his eyes travel over her as though he, too, was seeing her for the first time. Maybe I am. When she reached him and took his hand, he looked around her toward his mother.

“We will,” he replied softly before they turned and left the room.

They quietly walked down the hospital corridor. Not one word was spoken between them as they got on the elevator and took it down to the ground floor where they made their way to his car. When they reached it, Cole followed her to the passenger door, opened it, and let her inside. All was done in complete silence.

Maybe I was too quick to tell her? Well, it’s too late now. He had said it, and he would be damned before he took it back. As he slid into the driver’s side, for the first time, he found that he wasn’t a fan of the cozy interior.

He looked toward her as she stared out the passenger window. Tearing his eyes away from her, he started the car and pulled out of the parking lot, driving them to the hotel he usually stayed at when he would visit his mother.

As the car drew to a stop, he expected something from her, but again, nothing came. With every passing minute, his anxiety level was growing, thinking that he had pushed her away. By rushing and not keeping his thoughts under control, he had screwed it all up. Well, fuck. She would just have to put up with him until tomorrow when he could take her home.

When they got inside the hotel lobby, she moved to the waiting area and took a seat, presumably waiting on him. With a frustrated sigh, Cole made his way to the front desk and booked a room. Once it was paid for, he took the key card and turned, surprised to see her standing behind him in the middle of the foyer.

It didn’t escape his notice that several men were taking a long look at the elegant woman waiting for him, but for the first time since the hospital room, Cole felt everything fall back into place.

She wasn’t annoyed or upset. She wasn’t even pushing him away. No, the look in Rachel’s eyes was telling him something completely different.

When he reached her side, Cole crooked his elbow, and as she slid her hand through, he wondered what was going through her mind, but she seemed to want silence, so he gave it to her.

* * *

Rachel’s heart was thumping so loudly in her chest she thought it might very well burst.

When they finally reached their room, Cole inserted the key card and pushed open the door, ushering her in first with a gentle hand on her back. She entered the low-lit suite, and when Rachel looked at the large king bed, she knew exactly what she wanted.

Stepping farther into the room, she wasn’t surprised or shocked to hear the door click and lock. Without looking behind her, she reached behind her neck and untied the bow securing the ribbon of the satin cream dress. As it shimmied down over her body, she released her high ponytail, and she swore she could have heard a pin drop. She was completely naked beneath the dress, and once it pooled at her feet, she stepped free of the material and turned to find him.

She was ready, ready to offer herself completely.

Open. Naked. Vulnerable.

Cole was leaning up against the wall, just inside the door, with his hands firmly lodged in his tuxedo pants pockets. His legs were crossed at the ankles, and he looked brooding and magnificent.

Without a word, Rachel kept her eyes connected to his as she stepped free of her heels and made her way to him. She watched him tracking her in silent concentration, and as those seductively possessive eyes traced every inch of her body, she noticed different emotions behind them. Earlier, there had been lust, hunger, and raw desire, but this, right here, the way he was looking at her was making her feel heated, mesmerized, and full of love.

When she stopped before him, he pushed away from the wall and moved until his shoes touched her bare toes. She now had to look up at him, and when she tipped her face to do so, his hands cupped her cheeks.

“I love you.”

Rachel blinked away the tears that were gathering in her eyes as she finally spoke. “I love you, too.”

Slowly, he lowered his mouth and pressed his lips against hers in a kiss that relayed every raw emotion he was feeling. His lips were strong, persuasive, and gentle as he coaxed her mouth open. Raising her hands, she placed them against his white dress shirt where she could feel his heart thundering under her palms.

“Your heart is beating so fast.”

Raising his head, he placed a hand over hers as he walked her back toward the bed. “For the first time in my life, I find that I’m nervous.”

As the back of her bare thighs hit the high mattress, Rachel slid her hands up to Cole’s bow tie and tugged it free. “Nervous?”

“Yes,” he confirmed, lifting her up onto the bed. “I’m only human, Rachel.”

“Are you sure?” she flirted with a sassy smile.

“I’m positive, and tonight, I don’t want anything to go wrong.”

As she sat there, he reached up to the top button of his shirt and began undoing each one. Once he reached the spot where his shirt disappeared into his pants, he stopped and looked her over.

“Lie back,” he requested in a low voice.

She had no hope of resisting him. Very slowly, Rachel pulled herself further up the bed and lounged across the ivory comforter as she watched him toe off his shoes and then remove his socks. Once they were gone, he straightened and started to pull the dress shirt from his pants.

Rachel couldn’t help the way her mouth parted from the pleasure of watching Cole undress in front of her. Once all the buttons were open, he shrugged out of the shirt and dropped it to the floor. She had thought he was magnificent earlier, but that was nothing compared to him standing naked from the waist up in only tuxedo pants. Now, he was her every fantasy.

* * *

Cole examined the naked seductress who was looking up at him from under her lashes. Her mouth was slightly open, and as he moved his hands to the button of his pants, he felt a sense of pride as she licked those sensual lips.

This woman, this woman is mine.

Quickly, he released the zipper and pushed his pants and boxers free. When he stood back up, he moved to the edge of the bed. Placing a hand on her knee, he gently pushed, and he felt a smile cross his lips as she parted for him.