“You can say sex, since we’re both adults and all.”
“Fine. You sexed him up. Then what?”
“I left.”
“And?”
“And what? I left. That was Friday night.”
Nora stared. “Have you talked since Friday?”
“No. I told him I was busy.”
“I was right. You are a bitch.”
“Hey.”
“Becca, think. You have a guy any woman would give her right boob to have. Note I would have said right nut, but since we don’t have those, I went with a better analogy. My point, though, is that I know you feel something for the guy. You’re different around him. You smile more, and Simon loves him.”
“But it’s too soon.”
“Is it? You knew with Neal after a year. And that was when you were seventeen. Just a baby. Now you’re older and wiser, and you feel something for this man.”
“I do.”
“So, stop hiding and deal with it. With him.”
“I think I love him.”
“Good. Go with that.”
“I’m scared, Nora.” This time she felt the tears and accepted them. “It was like when I looked into his eyes that first time, really looked, something clicked. Even when I didn’t want to like him, I liked him. He’s smart and funny. Handsome.”
“And rich.”
“Stop.”
“Well, he is. He can be that rock for you, Becks. Neal is gone. Mitch is here, and he’s a good man. I like him.” Nora didn’t like just anyone.
“But it’s not just me. It’s Simon, too. We’re a package deal.”
“Don’t you think Mitch knows that?”
“Well, yeah.” She put her head in her hands. “Where do I go from here?”
“You invite Mitch over for dinner. You include him as a part of your family with Simon. Then you have him sleep over.”
“I don’t think I can do that.”
“You had the sex talk with Simon, right? The kid knows how babies are made?”
“Of course.”
“Then let him see his mother in a healthy, adult relationship with a man. I’m not saying you should blow the guy in front of your son, just be real.”
“Ew. You really have a way with words.”
“Yes, I’m quite the pontificator.”
