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A smile curves my lips. “That’s so awesome.”
“I shrieked with happiness which made him drop to his butt,” she admits.
I let out a chuckle. “I was so excited Vincent started crying.”
There’s a weird pang in my chest because this is the first time I’m getting to tell someone about Vincent and what it’s like being a mom.
“Roman loves the book I got him.”
Still feeling awful because of my crazy reaction yesterday, I say, “I’m really sorry I just ran off. I want you to know it’s nothing you did.”
“I understand.” Rosalie gives me a warm smile. “Let’s forget it happened.”
Still apprehensive because I don’t know her, I ask, “What work does your husband do?”
Without hesitating, she says, “He’s in the shipping business.”
“Do you work?”
She shakes her head. “Nope. I’m a full-time mommy.” Her eyes meet mine. “Do you own the bookstore?”
I nod. “Yeah, I love books, and it allows me to bring Vincent to work with me.”
Finally, having someone to talk to, I admit, “I feel guilty for not putting him in a daycare center. He doesn’t get to play with other children enough.”
She lets out a sigh. “I won’t place Roman in a daycare center either.” With a hopeful look, she says, “Maybe the boys can have play dates?”
Before I can think of what to answer, Vincent comes running toward me. “I’m thirsty, Mommy.”
I pull his juice box out of my bag and give it to him. “Drink it slowly.”
He sucks down half the juice, shoves the box back into my hand, and runs back to his friends.
“Is it weird that I can’t wait to experience Roman at that age, but at the same time, I don’t want him to grow up?” Rosalie asks.
“No, it’s not weird at all,” I chuckle.
“Are the terrible twos really as bad as people say?” she asks.
I shake my head. “Vincent is a blessing. It’s seldom he throws a tantrum.”
Rosalie sits with me for another ten minutes before she gets up. She hands me a piece of paper with her number on it. “I’ll understand if you don’t call. I just want you to have my number in case you change your mind and feel like hanging out.”
Taking the paper, I give her a sheepish grin. “I usually bring Vincent to the playground on Tuesday afternoons.”
A smile brightens her pretty face. “I’ll be here on Tuesday.”
I watch Rosalie walk to where a G-Wagon is parked before I turn my attention back to Vincent.
You don’t have to be best friends with her, but it won’t hurt to have someone to chat with once a week.
Chapter 24
Alek
After a shit night’s sleep in the foreign bed, I’m walking the perimeter of the estate to check for any vulnerable spots.
Every time I come across a guard, I stop to introduce myself.
