Nicky

Cole POV

"So... what's your plan besides making me your baby maker-producer and slave, Bennet?" I will ask. Nothing, that's what came out of my mouth because I was confused by his gaze again.

Bennet tilted his head and then folded his arms. "Are you always like that, wife?" he asked.

"Huh? Always like that, right?" I will ask.

"Straight forward. No hesitation. You'll say what you want to say even if it sounded stupid, no sense, or embarrassing. Even if it hurts your ears or is funny, you just say it. As long as you want to. Are you always like that? ... that's not how you used to behave."

I was stunned. Okay, I admit it. I can't stop being me, because this is me. No matter what skin you have as the socialite and artful Nicky... Goddess-Cole's dinosaur skin comes out.

"People change..." I simply answered Bennet and then I looked away and approached my suitcase that was on the other side of the bed. "That's possible, right?"

Bennet didn't comment so I just rummaged through my suitcase.