“A MILF,” Oscar says. “A mother I’d like to um... you know…” he falters. “I mean, not me. I mean, you’re Kayla’s mom. Not that you’re not—”
I bury my head in my hands. “Jesus, Oscar. It’s too early in the morning for you to talk.”
He checks his phone. “Okay, I’ll shut the hell up now.”
“So who’s all going?” Mom asks.
Corrie picks at her food like a fussy kid. “I’m going to stay back. I feel like shit. I’m going to read and take a nap.”
“Oh… okay,” Mom says, seemingly disappointed.
Oscar lifts his gaze from his phone. “I’m out too. Sophie and I have plans.”
Mom seems surprised. “Oh… do you?”
I am too. It’s like a punch in the gut. When did he plan this? Last night, after we had sex. Or just now?
As if he can read my mind, he elaborates. “Sophie just texted. She says she has plans for us. Not sure what they are, though.”
I down my orange juice and avoid his gaze. “Let’s see what Matt’s up to,” I tell Mom. “We should invite him.”
Yes, two can play that game.
She lightens up. “Yes, that’s a great idea. Mark can’t make it, unfortunately. He has plans with an old colleague.”
I’m sure he does. An old colleague, my ass. What a devious jerk.
We really need to get moving on this plan. Stat.
When I glance at Oscar, he stands abruptly, his mouth a hard line. “Well, that was great, Florence. Thank you.” He brings his dishes to the sink. “I’m gonna have a shower. Let me know when you’re done. I’ll clean up.”
Mom smiles. “Thank you, Oscar.” She turns to me. “He’s sweet, that one.”
I roll my eyes and grab my plate. “If you say so.”
