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Do you have any of that rekordelig?”
“Oh my gosh! Not that expensive Swedish cider, Sadie.”
“Yes. If we’re celebrating, then we should celebrate with something good.”
“Fine. I’ll check. You hurry up, now, Sadie.”
“I’m on my way, Wyatt.”
“I’ve missed you,” he said softly.
“I missed you too,” I said and then hung up quickly and hurried into the kitchen.
“Hey, Mama. I’m going to take some of the muffins over to the Hamilton ranch. Is that okay?”
“Sure. Tell Amelia and Arya I said, hi.”
“Will do. You going to be okay?”
“Of course, dear.”
“You sure?” I knew that she wasn’t fully over my father’s transgressions. It was hard living here. Not because I didn’t love my parents and not because we didn’t have a good life, but because I knew there was so much under the surface that they didn’t talk about. It wasn’t like Horseshoe Ranch where the Hamiltons were in each other’s faces and calling each other out. My mom didn’t do that to my dad. She truly believed that my father was the head of the household, and as such, he could get away with anything. It made me sad to know that her entire life would be like this.
Not that she hated it. And not that it was a bad life, but the fact that my father cheated, and that she wouldn’t say anything against him, let alone leave him made me sad. Not that I wanted her to leave him, but I wanted her to know she had options. I knew she didn’t feel like she had any.
“I’m glad that you’ve made up with Wyatt,” she softly.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, I’m glad that you guys are talking again.”
“How do you know that we weren’t?”
“Because Amelia and I spoke.” There was a twinkle in her eye. “And between you and me—” she paused.
“Yes, Mom?”
“I much prefer Wyatt Hamilton to Dominic Olivio, or even Shane Wakefield.”
“Mom, what? How do you know so much?”
“We live in a small town, dear. And you know how everyone talks.”
“I guess so.”
“And Wyatt is your best friend. Don’t let a kiss come between you.”
“Oh my gosh, Mom!” I could feel my face redden. “How much do you know?”
“I know enough to know that kissing friends make the best friends.” She smiled. “I wasn’t always married to your father, you know. I’ve had other loves.”
“Oh my gosh, Mom. Really?”
“Well, sure. I think I told you my first kiss was with Jimmy, and Jimmy was my best friend through elementary school and high school. And sometimes I still think about him.”
“Really? Do you wish you would’ve married him instead of Dad?”
“No, because I wouldn’t have had you. And Jimmy was really nerdy,” she confided. “Very handsome, very charming, and a great kisser, but sort of a super-nerd. No, I’m happy with your father, even after everything.” She squeezed my hand. “I know it’s hard to understand. You’re an idealist and a romantic, but your father’s not so bad.”
