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I climbed out and started up the short walkway. “Hello, Mrs. Valor. It’s—”
“Gregory Blaire!” She grinned widely, and I was surprised that she remembered me. With how Maggie described her, I figured she wouldn’t remember me at all.
“That’s right; it’s Greg Blaire. How are you?”
She came to the edge of the porch, her arms open wide, and I stepped in to hug her. “You sure have grown a lot for a young man.” She pulled back and stared at me. “I’m not surprised that Maggie loves you so much. The two of you are going to be so happy one day when you get married, and your children are going to be just gorgeous.”
The sound of the storm door opening captured my attention, and Maggie stepped out, looking mortified. I winked at her to let her know it was okay.
“You’re right, Mrs. Valor. Someday, Maggie and I will be very happy together.”
Chapter Twelve
Maggie
Iwas mortified at the words that came out of my mother’s mouth. Why couldn’t tonight have been one of those times that she wasn’t quite sure who anyone was? Sometimes that in-between place was so tough to deal with. Her ability to recognize people, but not put them in the right timeline, was brutal at times.
Thank god Greg wasn’t upset and went along with it. Tomorrow my mother probably wouldn’t even remember that she had seen Greg again. I could only hope.
“Mom, it’s time for you to get ready for bed.”
She grinned at me. “You just want Greg all to yourself. Alright.” She tossed her hands into the air. “I’ll just go hide in the bedroom. Just don’t let your father catch you two messing around on the couch. You know he doesn’t understand young love.”
She leaned toward Greg. “Although, we were just like you two when we were young. We didn’t wait for marriage either.”
“Mom! Greg does not want to hear about your sex life. Oh, my god! Let’s get you ready for bed.”
Greg scrubbed a hand over his jaw, and I knew it was to hide the smile on his face.
“Oh, Maggie dear, Greg is a young man; his mind is always on sex.”
I closed my eyes, stunned at my mom’s comment as Greg chuckled softly. Like the disease itself wasn’t horrible, the fact that my mother no longer had a filter just made it all the more fun to deal with.
“Let’s go, Mom.” I held the door open for her and peeked at Greg, who was now openly smirking as he stepped closer and leaned forward.
“You know, she’s right. I do think about it quite often.”
I glared at him. “Stop, do not encourage this.”
He laughed a little more as he stepped into the house.
“Can you give me a few minutes to get her situated?”
“Take your time.”
“I set aside a plate from dinner in case you didn’t get a chance to eat, and there is beer in the fridge. Help yourself. I’m sure you know how to use a microwave.”
“I appreciate it; I am starving.”
“Alright, make yourself at home. I’ll be back in a few minutes.” I helped my mother get situated in her room, turned on one of her favorite television shows, and then told her I’d check on her later.
I expected to find Greg in the kitchen, but instead found him sitting on the front porch swing, his empty plate in his lap as he moved slowly back and forth.
“Wow, either you were starving or that took me forever.” I took his plate as he laughed huskily.
“I was starving.”
“You need another beer?” I asked him.
