Chapter Twenty-One
“WHAT?”
Jas ignored her incredulous question and held out his hand. This wasn’t the man who had made love to her so sweetly or tussled with her amid the trees. This was a protector, a guard. If she wasn’t scared at the thought of someone invading her home, she might find it sexy.
“Do you have your phone?” he asked.
She nodded.
“Give me. You have the camera app.”
She handed it to him, and tucked a strand of damp hair behind her ear. “It could be your brother or grandfather, right?”
“The shadow I saw through the window was too small to be either of them.” He pulled up the security video app and his lips went flat. He handed the phone back to her, and stood. “But not too small to be my mom. False alarm. No wonder the guards didn’t contact me.”
“Yourmom?” She accepted his help to come to her feet, and took a deep breath to calm her racing heart. “Oh thank God.”
“Yeah. Thank God,” Jas said, with less relief.
Katrina trailed behind him to the little house, not sure if she should be a part of this reunion or not. Then again, she couldn’t very well hide. Could she?
She smoothed her sweater, and then her hair, but without a mirror, it was a useless endeavor. “Should I wait in the barn?”
Jas opened the front door. “Absolutely not. Don’t worry, this won’t take long.” He stopped, one foot over the threshold. “Unless... you’d rather not meet her?”
“No, no.” She scraped her shoes on the old welcome mat in a vain attempt to get the mud off. “I would love nothing more.”Than to meet your mother when I look like a drowned rat that was rolling around on the ground.
Katrina stifled the inappropriate urge to laugh.
This made perfect sense, didn’t it? It made perfect sense, that the day right after she kinda slept with her bodyguard, his mom would crash the party.
FML.
“Mom,” Jas called out as they went inside the house. “Where are you?”
A woman came bustling out of the kitchen, Doodle happily padding along at her side.
Jas’s mother didn’t look anything like Katrina had imagined. She’d had a vague picture of a woman as tall and imposing as her father and sons were.
Jas’s mom was ethereal, petite and slender. Her henna-red hair was braided and hung over her shoulder. Her skin was a light, honey-kissed brown, her eyes big and linedwith kohl in her smooth and youthful face. Despite the fall weather, she wore a long gauzy skirt and off-the-shoulder top, round blue designer sunglasses perched on top of her head. “Right here, my love,” she said. Her voice was breathy.
Jas accepted her hug and looked down at Doodle. The big canine thumped her tail and gazed adoringly at Tara. “Some guard dog you are, Doodle.”
Though Katrina would have given anything to hide shyly behind Jas and escape his mother’s notice, she moved forward. “Doodle’s not a guard dog. I don’t want her to ever feel like she has to earn her keep.” Katrina patted her thigh and Doodle obediently moved over to her side. “Hi, I’m Katrina. You’ve met my dog.” She wiped her hand on her jeans and held it out. She hadn’t been so nervous to meet Bikram and Andrés. They were far more imposing physically, and had been slow to warm up to her.
But this was Jas’s mother. She’d never met the mother of the man she lov—was sleeping with, and she’d hoped to do it when she wasn’t a mess.
“Doodle is a beauty, and greeted me so sweetly. Call me Tara.” The woman beamed at her and spread her arms out. “I feel like I know you. I don’t want to attack you with a hug, but would love to give you one.”
Bemused, Katrina scratched her head. “Oh, well. I like hugs, but I’m afraid I’m a little messy right now. We were, um...”
“Working outside,” Jas supplied.
“Yes, working.”
“You put a guest to work on the farm, Jasvinder?”
“I love working,” Katrina hurriedly said. Which wasn’t a total lie. She did like to be industrious.
