A smile brightens her porcelain face. “Oh really. I didn’t know standing outside the kitchen staring at Meridea was a job. Does she know how you feel about her?”
I push through the kitchen double doors and grab a rack of clean glasses for the bar.
“I’ve never seen you so focused on one woman.” Her long blonde hair is pulled up into a high ponytail. She looks youthful. You’d never believe she was on her deathbed four years ago.
Balancing the rack against my torso, I rub my stubbled jaw with my free hand, pondering on her words. “Mom, I’m concerned about her wellbeing. That’s all.”
She chuckles softly, trailing after me. “Sure you are. Oh, by the way, you and Meridea are on the list for the masquerade ball next weekend. You’re welcome.”
“Thanks, mom.” I plant a kiss on her cheek.
“You’re welcome.” She pauses, her sharp blue eyes studying me. “Will we be seeing her at dinner anytime soon?”
“No,” I grunt, as I step through the double doors leading to the bar area. Mom steps to the left, smirking as I hold the bar door open for her.
“Declan, you can only keep her all to yourself for so long.”
Want to bet.
“Right now, she needs to be in an environment where she feels safe.”
“And that’s under your watchful eye twenty-four seven?” She arches a brow.
“Yes,” I growl.
I won’t let any harm come to her ever again.
“Once her problem is resolved, will you be able to let her go?”
Hell no.
“Of course, Mom.” I change the subject. “Are you looking for Deanna?”
“No, I was waiting for your father. We’re having a lunch date. And we’re sitting in Meridea’s section.”
My eyes narrow. “Mom, don’t reference Meridea and I as a couple.”
She pulls at my arm until my six-six frame is leaning to the side. Her lips fall upon my cheek. “I love you, Declan. It’s ok if you find happiness too.”
“Love you too, Mom,” I murmur, watching her disappear into the kitchen with a knowing grin on her face.
She means well. Mom just doesn’t understand. Meridea and I are not looking for anything to happen between us.
My phone buzzes in my pocket.
I retrieve it and look at the screen.
Meridea: I ordered groceries with your credit card. They’ll be delivered to the bar at five. I’m cooking dinner for you. I’d like to show my gratitude.
I gave Meridea a burner phone and my credit card. I felt better knowing she had a phone to use. And my credit card so she could order personal items for herself. Her deliveries are addressed to me. Care of M. I like that. Not sure why. But I love seeing the M on packages. She chose to use the credit card to purchase groceries so she can cook dinner for me. That’s not necessary.
Me: I’ll only drink water. That way I’m ready for the meal you’ll prepare for me.
She sends a laughing emoji.
Me: Should I dress up for this dinner?
Meridea: Yes.
