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If and when she decided to have children, she’d curtail some of her activities because she’d never endanger a baby, but she was just as much a protector as he was. The War she was familiar with didn’t strike her as the type of man who would want someone as opinionated as she was.
She’d have to wait and see what he did. Maybe he had a little more depth than she thought. She might regret saying yes but if she didn’t take the chance, she’d never know if what she imagined in her dreams was possible. Tomorrow, she needed to focus on helping Winnie with the matchups for fight night and see where they were at on the motivation for their client wanting them dead. Then, review the security schedule for the next week.
The date might be a good break. Her dad was constantly harping on her and her sisters, they needed to take time for themselves. He had dreams of them all finding men who would give them what he and her mom had. She wanted the love of a good man, but she’d also seen what losing her mom did to him. Sometimes she saw a wistful look in his eyes. She was positive he was imagining her mom with them. Remington still missed her, but her dad still had good years in his life, and she didn’t want him alone. She wasn’t sure she’d ever vocalized that to him, though. She and her sisters should but she might wait awhile. Bringing up relationships would invite him to give his opinion on the state of her life and she wasn’t sure she wanted that.
Chapter Fourteen
War paused in the doorway, relishing the yeasty smell of dough. It brought back so many memories from growing up. His mom had the kitchen island prepped for her next project. Her smile when she saw him walking in had him hurrying to grab her up and spin her around. He bussed a big smooching kiss on her cheek.
“Love you, Mama.”
He loved the smile his words put on her face. When she smiled, he’d always thought she was like this ray of sunshine, beaming across them, lighting their way.
“Love you, too. You’re just in time to help me. Wash your hands.”
When his Mama directed, he listened. He washed his hands then waited for instructions.
“We’re making apple tea rings and cinnamon tea rings this morning.”
It had been forever since he’d had his mom’s tea rings. She alternated the fillings depending on what she had on hand and who she was making it for. They all had their favorites. His was cinnamon with pecans. He got to work rolling out the dough, and then placing the filling exactly where his mama had taught, then rolling and pinching it to form the ring. He finished a little after his mom and covered his to rise for forty minutes.
She handed him a cup of coffee and pulled a warmed cinnamon roll from the microwave, leading him to the table.
“Not that I don’t love having you help me in the kitchen, but you seem a little preoccupied. Normally, you’d be chatting the whole time and you haven’t said a word. What’s going on?”
What did he tell her and how much? She’d like nothing more than for him and Remington to fall in love and live happily ever after but he also didn’t want to get her hopes up.
“I have a date set for tomorrow and I’m trying to figure out what to do.”
“Hmmm.”
Regina took a sip of her coffee while he felt like she was scrutinizing him under a microscope.
“I want to make it special but not sure which way to go.”
She nodded and nudged his cinnamon roll closer. He never let his mama’s cinnamon rolls just sit there. They were usually scarfed down in three to four bites. He cut off a piece and dug in. The sweet taste of the cinnamon, brown sugar and vanilla brought back the times they’d sat at this very table hashing out any problem he had going on. When he was younger, he’d never doubted that his mama or dad would be able to help him sort through any issue. If Baron wasn’t over at the gun range, he’d be right there beside his mom.
