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"Mom! Go to sleep!"
"Yes, Mom," Mrs. Young teased, and they all laughed.
"I'll go bring out the basket," Beverly said.
She left and came back with a basket covered with a red and white checkered cloth. When she removed the cloth, she revealed cookies.
Roy helped himself to one. Oatmeal raisin cookies with white chocolate chips. It was delicious. he had never had a combination like that before.
"So good," Beverly said.
"You should ask your mom for the recipe," he said.
"So I can make more of them for you?"
"So I can then get the recipe from you." He grinned.
Beverly laughed. "Or you could ask her yourself."
"That is an option. Not a family recipe then?"
"Not as far as I know."
"It's a recipe I got from a coworker," her mom said.
"Do you just want to come down and join us, Mom?" Beverly asked.
"No, no. I'll sleep now."
"Sure she will." Beverly playfully rolled her eyes.
They talked a little longer until Roy had to leave. He was getting too worn out from all of the construction work. The hours were longer than normal, and he needed the sleep.
Beverly walked him to the door. “Thank you for coming over. And for the flowers.”
“Of course. It was my pleasure.” He grinned at her, wanting to say something more, but there would be time for that later.
Beverly was clearly at a crossroads in her life, and he would help her once she made up her mind. He hoped to guide her to the church, yes, but the choice had to be hers.
No matter what she decided, he would be there for her, as a shoulder to cry on, to support her.
In any way that she needed him, he would be there for her.
He had figured that Colton had been so head over heels for Susan from the start because of their history. There wasn’t any such history between Roy and Beverly, but he definitely felt a connection, and he couldn’t imagine her not being a part of his life.
As a friend at the very least.
But hopefully as something more.
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Sighing almost happily for once, Beverly shut the door behind Roy. She smiled to herself and then headed over to the table to put away the leftover Mexican food when she heard footsteps on the stairs.
"Couldn't sleep because you were eavesdropping?" Beverly teased her mom.
"I wasn't listening... Well, not intentionally. You two were quiet but not quiet enough."
Her mom said nothing and pitched in with putting the food away. Beverly went to bring the cookies back into the kitchen too, but her mom grabbed one first.
