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“I’m pleased you’re in a real relationship with a lovely, mature woman.”
Mature. A suspect word. “You know I don’t do subtext. If there’s something on your mind, just say it directly.”
“Fine, I will. I never cared for your revolving-door attitude about intimacy or the superficial young women who seemed more than happy to pass through it.”
“So…you approve of Leigh because she’s older?”
“I don’t know how old she is, nor do I need to know, though age probably factors in to the vibe I got from her. She’s very attractive, which is no surprise, but even from our brief meeting, I can tell she’s got more going for her than just her pretty face. You’re a smart man, Sam. You need and deserve a woman who can keep up with you in places other than your bedroom.” She raised her eyebrows. “Is that direct enough for you?”
“Yes,” he said, grinning. How many guys could say their sixty-five-year-old mother was this upfront and openminded? Not many, he’d bet. And he had the statistics degree to back up that bet. “You’re right about the vibe. She’s independent and smart. She owns a business downtown. Works her ass off and it’s fantastic.”
“Her business or her ass?” she asked, winking.
A roar of laughter burst from his gut. “Both.” He pulled her into a quick hug. “Love you. Now please go away.”
“Will do, my boy.” She kissed his cheek, then opened the door and stepped into the corridor. “Bring her to Sunday dinner next week. But do let her wear a bra. I’m not sure your father’s pacemaker could handle it if she didn’t.”
He closed the door and scrubbed his hand over his head while walking through the living room. Shit was going to fly if Leigh overheard that last bit. He’d know soon enough.
He slid the patio screen and stepped onto the balcony. Then burst into laughter.
She’d draped a table napkin over each shoulder. Not a hint of boob in sight. “Your mom seems nice.” Casual as anything, she picked up her fork and filled it with food. “Can’t wait to meet your dad.”
Safe to say she’d heard every word. And not lost her shit. Same as at the restaurant when Liz had shared the worst possible information.
“You’re incredible,” he said, taking his seat, then taking her hand. “Is there anything you can’t handle?”
One fine eyebrow rose as she tipped her head. “I don’t know. What else have you got?”
“I think you’re all caught up.” He brought her hand to his mouth and kissed her soft skin. “How about that dinner at my parents’ place next Sunday? You in?”
She shook her head. Not the nod he was looking for. “You’re an in-the-moment person and it’s amazing, I would never try to change you. If your mom hadn’t walked in, we’d be in your bedroom right now, physically enjoying being in the moment, not talking about next week’s Jacobs’ family dinner. Meeting your mom was a fluke. I don’t need it to be anything more.”
“Maybe I want it to be more. Fluke, coincidence, things happening for a reason—call it whatever you want. It’s worked for us so far.”
“Then let’s stay in the moment and think about next week when it gets here.”
“You’re suggesting wenotmake a plan? Who are you and what have you done with Leigh?”
“I tied her up and left her on your bed,” she said, laughing. Smiling one hell of a naughty smile, she peeled off the view-obstructing napkins and opened the top three buttons, giving him a mouthwatering view. “You should probably go have your way with her. I know she wants you to.”
He lowered his gaze to her nipples, poking their suckable, bitable tips against the pale-pink material. Yeah, he should do exactly that. Suck them. Bite them. Take her to his bedroom and give her everything she wanted. His dick agreed, making it necessary to shift position so the hungry beast had room to grow.
As much as his body craved her, something in his gut weighed him down. Kept him on his chair instead of taking her to his bed.
“Dinner first.”
Her eyes opened wide. Then wider still when he picked up a fork and took a bite of food.
“Tell me about baking, how you got into it. Were you one of those kids who made miniature cakes in a toy oven heated by a lightbulb?”
Since the sun was at her back, the squint pulling her eyebrows toward each other had nothing to do with lighting. “Is that your subtle way of redirecting because you’re not into a particular sex thing? You can be straightforward with me, Sam. Suggestions aren’t demands, I can take no for an answer. I’m open to whatever you want to do, or not do.”
“I want to get to know you better over dinner.”
“You’d rather talk and eat food than have sex?” she asked, blinking at him.
“I’d rather talk and eat food,thenhave sex.”
