"We're here. Now. Should I order pizza?"
She smirked.
Instead of pizza, he just held her for a bit. Stroked her hair.
Wished he had more words of comfort.
And maybe a chance to punch her ex in the face for his stupidity.
Probably wouldn’t solve anything.
But might make Winter’s day.
And he was all about that.
15
While I would much rather stay home with Shaun, I had committed to dinner. And I hated to admit it, but I was still a little afraid of upsetting my mother.
She was my mother, of course.
Jingles and bangles and homemade ointments and all.
We stepped onto the porch, and I paused and touched Shaun’s arm. “You have met my mother, right?”
“A time or two I’ve seen her around.”
I nodded. “She can be a little eccentric.”
“She seems all right. Marches to her own beat. I like that.”
“Well, that’s a nice way to put it.” I glanced at the house again. Mom could be a little much if you weren’t ready. “If you can’t take it, let me know and we’ll get out.”
“And then what?” he asked.
I paused. “What do you mean?”
“And then what?” His eyes were twinkling again. “What will we do then?”
“Go home?” I replied.
And I took a step toward the door.
“Who’s home?” he asked under his breath.
And I realized what he meant.
Felt stupid I hadn’t caught it before, but hell, flirty banter was newish to me. It had been a while.
I was rusty.
I guess.
I glanced at him over my shoulder. “We’ll see.”
Was that flirty?
The smile on his face hopefully meant I was doing it right.
