She was right.
It was.
And we’d had some really good sex in our time.
“Gotta be the knowledge that you’re carrying my baby and going to be mine.” I paused. “Maybe we can get married before you have her so she can carry my name.”
“What if I wanted you to carry my name?” she asked.
My brows rose. “Maybe your next husband can take your name. This time, you can take mine.”
She drew a middle finger in the condensation next.
I winked at her before going to the main room and starting a pot of coffee.
The door knocking started up again, but since I hadn’t gotten a notification from Black, I let the knocking go until my phone pinged five minutes later.
There was a commotion on the porch and then I heard my mother yell, “This is my son’s house!”
“Your son doesn’t want you here, ma’am,” Black replied.
I pulled up the camera app that I’d put on mute earlier while working and watched the show.
“He does, too!” my mother insisted, shaking her head and all but stomping her high heel.
“He doesn’t,” Black disagreed. “He called me and asked me to have you escorted off the property.”
He walked her down to her car and then formally trespassed her so that the next time that she entered the property, she would be taken to jail.
I knew exactly what she would do, too.
The moment Black disappeared down the road, she’d turn around and come right back.
She wouldn’t be able to help herself.
Which was where the plan that Nettie devised came into effect.
Black had probably already gotten a ton of messages from Nettie.
The way he kept glancing at his watch let me know that that was, indeed, true.
He drove off only after my mother left, which was when Nettie came out of the back room wearing nothing but one of my henleys.
“She gone?” Nettie asked.
She had a pair of panties on and a bra.
I could see that as she got closer.
Which was a bummer.
But seeing as Black was about to see her, I was glad that she’d gotten as dressed as she could.
She had to look comfortable for my mother’s rage to boil over.
She had to appear like she belonged here—which she did.
But my mother would think differently.
