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“I’m Maggie, Gray’s mom, but also the bossy bitch that organizes the food, get-togethers and all of the fun,” she explains.
Gray’s mom?
Looking closer at her, I can see it in her blue eyes, the same sparkle of mischief lurking there, and I relax a little in her presence.
“It’s nice to meet you,” I mutter, lacing my fingers together in front of me as she cocks a brow.
“Wow, manners too, huh?”
My nose wrinkles as I tilt my head at her. “That’s the second time someone has commented on me being nice or polite since I got here.” The statement blurts out before I can stop myself, but she just chuckles at me and moves toward the oven.
“So you met Emily, too.”
I glance around me, as if searching for cameras or some shit, but come up empty. “How did you know that?”
The laugh that passes her lips this time is darker, less humorous, and more irritated than anything.
“Because the Ruthless Bitches are just that, bitches. Especially to other women, so a conversation like this doesn’t happen, even with me.”
“So I’m learning,” I mutter, offering a tight smile.
“Oh, honey, don’t let them get you down. There’s more to the club than them. Like the barbecue I’m throwing this afternoon.” A smile spreads across her face at the mention of it. “You’re going to come and help, right? Enjoy yourself a little and maybe meet some of the old ladies who are also much nicer than the bitches,” she pushes as she nods at me eagerly.
“Uhhhh…” I glance around the room, looking for an excuse, but I come up empty. “I’m really not sure if that’s a good idea,” I finally manage, and she instantly scoffs at me as she starts putting together a plate of food. She doesn’t utter a word until there’s a plate loaded with sausages, bacon, and eggs.
Did she borrow that oven off Mary Poppins or something? Where did all this food come from?
“Come.” She waves for me to take a seat at the table, and I wait until she’s comfortable in hers before I take the spot across from her. To my surprise, it’smeshe puts the plate of food in front of. “Eat.”
Fucking hell.
I know exactly where Gray got those one word commands from; they just seem to use them in different ways. Thankfully.
When she offers me a fork, I take it and murmur my thanks before digging in. I may have eaten pizza with Gray last night, but after the dicking he gave me and the shit with Axel, I’m famished.
When I’m almost finished, Maggie clears her throat and smiles wide at me. “So, can you cook?”
“I can,” I reply with a nod, leaning more toward helping her now that she’s fed me, and I have a feeling that was her plan all along.
“Then I’m definitely calling on you for help.”
Pushing my plate to the side, I return a smile with a rare one of my own. “After feeding me so good, I can’t say no now, can I?”
She winks, extending her hand across the table. “You’re catching on.”
Her hand is warm in mine as I shake it, before reaching for the bottle of water closest to me. “I’m going to like you.”
“Oh, it seems my two favorite ladies have met. Good.”
Gray appears beside us and leans down to press a kiss to his mom’s forehead. My heart swells as I watch her reaction, glowing at his touch, and I can tell there’s a special bond between them.
“Are you telling me I’ve got competition for being your number one?” Maggie says with a grin, and I immediately shake my head.
Gray stands tall, bracing his hands on his mom’s chair as he looks at me with a hint of mischief in his eyes. I glare at him so hard, but it doesn’t seem to register. “I haven’t tasted her cooking yet, Ma, so the battle is on and the winner is yet to be decided.”
“Please tell me Scarlett is your girl, Gray. Make me a happy woman,” she gushes.
“No!” I shout, far louder than was necessary, but the heat creeping up my neck and into my cheeks is a definite sign that I’m overwhelmed. “Nope, I’m no one’s girl, Maggie. Don’t you encourage him, he’s bad enough as it is,” I grumble, rising from the table and taking my dishes to the sink.
