I wanted to turn my head and ask her what was wrong.
But... I had a feeling.
A very distinct feeling.
She too wanted her dad and me together.
And I had a feeling, so did Cole.
But now wasn’t the time to think about that.
Maybe it wasn’t ever the time to think about that.
Not with his words.
“Okay, well, I hope he’s the one if that’s something you want.”
Knowing I had promised my mother, I tapped the screen on my phone that I still held in my hand and texted her back.
Me – Okay. 7?
Mom – 5:30.
After Bronson and the kids dropped me off in front of my cottage after I told them goodbye, I went up the stairs, unlocked my door, closed it, locked it back, and leaned against the door.
I had a feeling that tonight was going to suck.
***
And as I sat there at their dining room table after the snotty ass asked another question, I glared at Mom.
She winced.
This was how it started.
“A woman who shows skin isn’t worth my time.”
That was how the man that my mother had just introduced me to said.
I looked down at my simple floor length plum colored dress with quarter sleeves and lifted a brow.
I smiled, even though I wanted to growl.
Mom had asked me to be on my best behavior tonight.
For my mom, there was nothing I wouldn’t do.
“Is this spring water?” douche dick asked.
My mother smiled, “It is.”
He sneered, “That’s got too many minerals that are not good for the body.”
My mother offered him sweet tea... “Too many added sugars.”
She offered him a beer, “I don’t drink alcohol.”
She offered him milk, “Is it organic?”
