“You…I…uh,” his mother stammered.
Mo pulled Lottie further up on his chest and tipped his eyesdown to her stunned face.
“You’regonnalove her, Ma.”
Lottie’s face lost the stunned as it got soft and she slidher hand from his chest to the side of his neck.
“She’s terrific,” he continued.
At that, his girl’s face got even softer.
He’d give her the hazy-eyed look of eating her out andmaking her come, and he’d love doing that as often as he could manage.
But that look right there he’d kill and die for.
“Well I’m not sure you’ve ever quite described one of yourwomen as terrific, Mo.”
Even his mother called him Mo, something he’d demandedaround the age of six.
She’d saddled him with the name of Kim, Seamus was of hisfather, and even at six, he wanted nothing to do with that, so she’d relentedwithout a fight.
Even his credit cards said Mo Morrison on them.Only hislicense shared that his mother had every faith upon his birth that he couldhandle bullies and douchebags without coming out scarred.
“That’s because I’mseein’ thatthey weren’t,” Mo replied.
“Well…my,” his mom whispered.
“Can’t do it this Sunday.Next Sunday?”he asked.
“I’d love to, but I think Marte’s schedule has her on shiftat the hospital.”
“Sunday after that,” Mo suggested.
“That’d work.I’ll have dinner here,” his mother answered.
“We can hit a restaurant.”
“I’m not going to meet a woman you describe as ‘terrific’ insome stuffy place like a restaurant, Mo.I’ll make my crab cakes.”
He was not going to argue against his mother’s crab cakes.
“Perfect,” he muttered.Then louder, “Gotta go, Ma.Lottie’shere and Mag’s home from the ballgame so we’regonnaget some food and hang with Mag.”
Her voice went up in pitch when she asked, “She’s there?”
He gave Lottie a squeeze.“Right here.”
“Wow,” she whispered.Then she got louder.“Mag’s met her?”
“Yup.”
“What does he think?”
“I got the last good one left.”
Lottie pushed up and shoved her face in the other side ofhis neck.
There was a beat of hesitation before, sounding like she wassmiling, his mom said, “Well then, Mo, I can’t wait to meet her.Tell her itwon’t be formal.Just a family dinner.”
