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“Hi, baby girl,” my mother greeted, pulling her long red hair back into a messy ponytail.
“Hi, Mummy.’” I sat back against the headboard and grabbed my glass of red wine off the nightstand. “How are you?”
“What’s wrong?” she asked instead of answering my question and grabbing her own glass of wine. A deep frown appeared between her perfectly arched eyebrows. I swore the only way you would know that she was in her fifties was by the laugh lines at the corners of her eyes and mouth. Other than that, Andrea Bishop hardly had a gray hair on her head.
“You didn’t answer my question,” I pointed out, delaying my response as much as I could.
“I’m fine. Now tell me what’s wrong?”
I sighed. “Have you been chatting with Emma again and getting her to read your Tarot cards?”
She laughed. “Nah. I just know my daughter. Is it a boy?”
“He’s a man, mom.” I rolled my eyes. “Definitely not a boy.”
“So, tell me then, what’s the issue?”
“I don’t know.” I took a sip of my wine, mulling over what I wanted to say. “Truth is, I have no idea. He’s intense. He’s also a biker.”
Mom raised an eyebrow. “You sure that’s a good idea?”
I groaned, throwing my head back against the headboard. “I don’t know. The attraction is there. It’s not like it was with Aaron. I think I only married him because he was the first guy who showed me any interest. It was just bad. He was bad for me. But Sammy...I think he’s bad for me too but in a completely different way.”
“What do you mean?”
“I don’t know. I don’t think he would ever hurt me. I haven’t gotten any red flags with him like I did with Aaron. Sammy is just…well…he’s Sammy.” And Lord help me, but I loved the way he looked at me.
“When was the last time you had any fun?”
“You’re my mom.” I frowned. “You should be telling me to stay safe, keep out of trouble, and that Sammy is bad for me.”
“Listen, I don’t know who Sammy is, but I know you and I know Shawnee. Does she know about him?”
“Yeah. She does,” I said, unsure as to what Mom was getting at.
“Okay, well I know that she would never let you end up with someone like Aaron again. You almost lost your friendship because of him.” She lifted her hand when I went to speak. “I’m not done.”
I sighed, taking a sip of wine to stop myself from saying something I would regret.
“I know what happened with Aaron wasn’t your fault. You were young and in love.”
“And dumb,” I added, taking a bigger sip of wine that time.
“No, not dumb, just inexperienced.”
“You’re being nice, Mummy.”
“Maybe.” She gave me a small smile. “Is he nice to you? This Sammy?”
“He has his…yes, he’s nice to me.” There was no way I could tell her that the few times he had been a dick to me, turned me on. It was a kink not a lot of people understood. “As much of an ass as Sammy can be, he’s still nothing like Aaron was.” My late husband was nice in the beginning but boy, did he ever have me fooled. At least with Sammy, I knew where I stood with him. He wanted sex. End of.
“That’s good at least.”
Mom and I continued chatting for another hour. I found out she was seeing someone too but never gave me his name. She wanted to make sure there was something there before giving me any information about him. She also wanted to make sure he was worthy of meeting her daughter.
A half hour later, I was getting ready to hang up with my mom when Sammy’s words from the other day rang into my head. He was sick of waiting. Well so was I.
I sent him a quick text, not even re-reading what I had written, knowing I probably sounded nervous or worse. Desperate.
