What the hell was going on with her? She needed to get a damn grip!
Becket opened the front door without knocking, and they found everyone in the kitchen and living area.
Clara and Indie were filling wine glasses while Jesse was getting stuff out of the fridge, and Becket’s mother and Aspen were setting the table. Everyone stopped and looked up.
“You’re here!” his mother said first. She crossed the room and hugged her son before turning to Sky. “Hi, I’m Pam.”
Then she pulled Sky right into a hug. The embrace was tight and warm.
“It’s so good to properly meet you,” Pam said before pulling away. “I was wondering if my son was ever going to bring a woman home.”
Becket pulled Sky close again. “I hadn’t found Sky yet.”
Her heart gave a little thump.
His mother’s smile widened. “Well, I’m glad you did, because I’m getting old. I need to see all my babies happy and in love.”
Indie scoffed from the kitchen. “You don’t need love to make you happy, Auntie Pam.”
“No. But it makes me feel better knowing someone loves them as much as I do, in case anything happens to me.”
Jesse growled from the fridge, “Nothing’s happening to you, Mom. You’re going to live to a hundred.”
“A hundred and ten,” Clara corrected. Her gaze went to the dish in Becket’s hand. “Don’t tell me you made that.”
“I did.”
Sky elbowed him in the side.
Becket grunted. “Hey. What was that for?”
“Taking the credit.” She slipped the dish from his hold. “I made tiramisu for dessert.”
Aspen gasped. “I love tiramisu. I haven’t had it in years.”
“Well, hopefully this one is as good as you remember.”
Sky set the dessert onto the counter while Becket went to man-hug his brother.
“Can I help?” she asked Clara.
“Nope. We’ve got it all handled.” Clara’s voice lowered. “How are you feeling after the break-in and the fall?”
“Okay. Better every day.”
“Good. Did our appointment help?”
Sky had booked an emergency acupuncture session yesterday. It had been very necessary, and it immediately took the edge off some of her stress. “It was the best night’s sleep all week.”
Not perfect, but better than previous nights.
Clara smiled. “Good.”
“Has Becket been staying with you?” Indie asked.
She opened her mouth to say just the first night but stopped herself. If he were her real boyfriend, he would have camped out at her house all week. Either that or forced her to stay with him. “Um, yeah, he has.”
“I’ve stayed with Mom a few nights,” Clara said. “I didn’t want her to be alone.” She looked at Indie. “Have you been okay?”
