The smile widened. “Huh. That’s interesting.”
“What’s interesting?”
He just laughed.
Argh.
She moved back to the counter. On her way, she spotted her mother in the flower section, smelling dahlias.
Polly dumped the dishes in the sink, and when she returned to the counter, her mother was on the other side, flower in hand. “Hey, Mom.”
“Good morning, sweetheart.” She put the flower to her nose and inhaled before putting it in front of Polly’s nose. “Smell. It will brighten your entire day.”
Polly inhaled the sweet scent. “It’s nice.”
“Nice? No, honey, it’s pure joy.”
She cocked her head. “You seem happy.”
“I have good reason to be happy.”
A sinking feeling dropped into Polly’s stomach. Because too often, the one thing that put that sparkle into her mother’s eyes was a man. “Did you meet someone?”
Her mother frowned. “What?”
“Aguy, Mom. Did you meet a guy?”
“Well, kind of?—”
Oh, Jesus. “Mom. You’re not even divorced yet. Can’t you be single for two seconds? Your husband is inprison. He’s?—”
“He isn’t.”
Polly stopped. “He isn’t what?”
“Jonah isn’t in prison.”
She gasped. “What?”
“He got out. Now, don’t get mad,” Olivia said quickly, grabbing her hand. “He came over this morning.”
Oh no… “Mom?—”
“He didn’t do it, Polly. He told me he didn’t hurt that woman, and I believe him. Plus, he posted bail. They couldn’t find enough evidence to keep him in.”
She scrubbed a hand over her face. “He was found with a murder weapon.”
“One that he picked up outside without thinking.”
“No.”
Her mother frowned. “What?”
“You are not getting back with him.”
“He’s at my house right now. That’s why I came here, to tell you that I’m going home. And he’s staying with me.”
One big calming breath.
