She had gone through shades of anger, disbelief, sadness, and finally settling somewhere in between. She had allowed herself to feel more for him than she was aware of until it was over. In his defense, he technically had done nothing wrong. Sure, you would hope that the guy you slept with and had planned to sleep with again wasn’t also doing it with someone else, but there had never been any promises of anything. They weren’t even officially dating. What did she really expect? Just because it was something she wouldn’t do didn’t mean that Seth played by the same rules. Did that mean she was okay with the whole thing? Hell, no! Even more crushing was the feeling that he wasn’t satisfied with her enough to wait. Nothing about their night together seemed special now. How could it have meant anything at all to him if he was planning to sleep with someone else right up until their next night together? Well, you slept with him on the first date. What did you expect, a marriage proposal?
Sometimes the voice in her head sucked. She just needed to focus on giving her mother enough information to get her out the door so she could finish her pity party in peace. Sighing, she said, “There really isn’t anything to tell. We won’t be seeing each other again.” To her complete and utter horror, she felt herself starting to tear up. Oh, good Lord, no!
Unfortunately, her mother didn’t miss the moisture gathering in the corners of her eyes. “Mia, what happened? Did Seth do something to you?” Before she knew what was happening, she had poured out the whole story to her mother, albeit a PG-13 version. She could hardly fathom what had made her decide to lean on her mother for the first time in her adult life and no doubt, she would regret it. But, damn, she just needed to talk to someone. Her friend Nikki didn’t need to hear it while she was dealing with a newborn baby so that didn’t leave many options. Her mother had remained quiet during the story and had pressed a tissue in her hand at the end. Finally she said, “Darling, go pack a bag; you’re coming home with me for a few days.”
Mia looked at her in shock before saying, “No, that’s okay, really. I’ll be fine.”
“Nonsense. Your father is out of town on business so it’s just me there this week. We will have some girl time without him around to be a wet blanket.” Her mother raised a brow at her look of surprise. “What? I love the man, but we both know he can be a bit of a bore at times. Bring your swimsuit, too. We can spend some time at the pool or the beach.”
Mia was so surprised over her mother’s apparent normalness that she allowed herself to be herded into the bedroom to pack an overnight case. She had no intentions of staying for more than a day. Her mother wouldn’t hear of her driving separately so she got in the passenger side of the Mercedes sedan. They both seemed content to keep the silence and soon they were pulling into the exclusive Sunray Bay in the Garden City Beach area. She knew well that the houses in this area went for millions of dollars. To give her parents credit, their home, although large, was still extremely comfortable with warm colors and soft, inviting furniture. “Is my bedroom still available?” she asked.
Her mother looked confused, asking, “Well, of course it is, why wouldn’t it be?”
She supposed it was a rather silly question. It wasn’t like they needed the space. She just didn’t see her parents as sentimental enough to keep a room for her. “Um, no reason,” she mumbled as she made her way upstairs. When she walked into her old bedroom, she wrinkled her nose. Yeah, she had been going through a pink phase back then. Maybe this was one time that her mother should have torn the room apart and started over from scratch. Although, she had to admit she did love her white canopy bed even if it was covered by a bright pink, fuzzy comforter. Damn, had she really liked that at one time? A little pink was fine . . . looking like a bubble-gum-pink–paint can exploded in the room, not so good. She flopped down on the bed and wondered again what she was doing here. This was about the last place she would normally go to get away. A knock sounded at the door and her mother peeked her head inside, saying, “Pop into your swimsuit, darling. I’m going to make a pitcher of margaritas. We can drink too much and insult the men in our life.” Without waiting for her to answer, the door slammed.
What was going on here? This was feeling more and more like a singles vacation with her mother as the weird cruise director. She was actually starting to sound . . . fun, which was completely unreal. This wasn’t and had never been their relationship. Oh, crap. Something had to be going on. Her mother was going to liquor her up and break the news. She threw on her bikini and walked outside to the pool area. Just as promised, her mother was standing behind the outdoor bar with a blender and two chilled glasses. As if her heart could take any more shocks today, her mother walked out from behind the bar in a bikini and gave her a hug. Had someone here possibly started drinking earlier in the day? Mia cautiously took the drink that her mother indicated and walked over to a lounge. Her mother settled her glass along with a pitcher of the remaining margaritas between them. She gave Mia a bright smile saying, “Honey, go ahead and finish your first glass, you’ll feel much better.” Needing little prompting, she turned the cold beverage back and emptied it. Her glass was promptly filled as a warm buzz started working its way through her system.
Taking a sip of her second drink, she turned her head to study her mother. Wow, where was the normally reserved woman that she knew? Had they ever spent mother/daughter time at the pool together? Her father used the pool to swim laps, but she couldn’t remember her mother spending much time at it. Something was different. “So, um, Mom, this is . . .”