AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Mia?
I sigh. I don’t have the energy to explain everything so there’s only one thing for it.You have to listen to something.
Mom makes a noise like laughter.
A little inside joke between us. I take my cell from my purse, ignoring the notifications, and open the podcast. Scrolling down, I download the transcript. I pass it to Mom as she takes a seat at the table. I stumble my way to the coffee pot, feeling out of sorts now she’s going to have questions and she’s going to find out a little bit of gossip, although none of it bad. I fill the water and add the pod, a bang at the table makes me turn around.
Shit. She can’t be mad already? Apple green, darker now, demand my attention. Hands move impossibly fast.Is this about you?
How many Mia Hark's are there in Boston? ?is my original response?but I just nod. She’ll call me a smartass, and what’s the point in being sassy? Mom has more sass than the two of us put together. I guess I get it from her. I grab two mugs, overload my spoon with sugar, and wait.
I'm used to silence. I welcome it most days, but today, it's killing me. Mom has always had a calm way about her, and I usually seek that in moments like these. What does she think about Austin? Does she think something is happening between us? I’ll have to correct her, and while I’m at it, tell the heat that curls in my belly whenever I think about his smirk, to fuck off.
Mom puts my mobile down as I join her with our coffee.Who's Austin Whitlock?
I puff out a breath. She likes to get to the crux of the matter rather quickly. I shake my head. Mom puts her fingers together and pulls them apart. She wants more information.
I sigh.Okay.
Damn it!
She nods, happy she’s got her way as she picks up her mug to quickly take a sip. People don't consider having to have your hands free at all times to converse. You drink sparsely, often ending up with cold drinks and food if you want to have a deep conversation. Mom is a good lip reader, but for ease, we always sign so she doesn't misunderstand things. We'd learnt that life lesson the hard way regarding an incident when I’d been fifteen.
She thought I'd lost my virginity, and almost lost her sanity.
It’s a long story, and it’s not this one.
Austin is a rower.I tell her.
And an asshole, with a sexy smile and soul-searching eyes the color of my latte.
Oh really?Diamonds sparkle in the green.And is he ripped? Has to be with all the rowing!
I gawp.
No.
She.
Did.
Not.
Mom!
And now my mind betrays me, showing me those tight ropes along his torso… the way his joggers had dipped low…
She smiles.Are you dating?
No!
But the podcast mentions pancakes?
She doesn’t miss a trick. We had breakfast.I admit.Avery was there, and his crew, and about three hundred other people. It wasn’t a date.
Have you kissed?
The world would have to go through some sort of Armageddon shit for that to happen! I shake my head and pull a face, telling her my exact thoughts on that. But my body responds in averydifferent way.
