“Oh my,” Mom breathed in my ear, “he’s got an amazing laugh.”
She was right about that too.
“Mom –”
“I like him.”
I felt my eyes get wide again and I reminded her loudly, “You’ve never even met him!”
Max, his hand curled around the filled creamer, turned to me, lifting the creamer, shaking his head and looking like he wanted to laugh again. At the creamer, my conversation or something else that struck him funny, I didn’t know and at that moment didn’t care.
“I still like him,” Mom said in my ear.
“Mom –”
“I like the way he talks to you.”
I liked that too.
Still, I said, “Mom –”
“And it sounds like he was there when Lawrence was being Lawrence.”
“He was.”
“The whole time?”
I thought about it and realized he was, the whole time. Except for the first few moments, Max quickly dressed and was with me the instant he could get to me. He had my back the whole time, part of it literally.
“The whole time,” I said more quietly.
“And he called Lawrence the d-word,” Mom told me and I couldn’t help it, I giggled and so did Mom.
“Yes, he did,” I said.
“You’ve got to like a man who thinks Lawrence is the d-word.”
She was right about that too.
“Mom –”
“What’s he doing now?”
I watched as Max poured coffee.
“Making me coffee.”
“Steve does that for me too,” she told me contentedly. “Brings me a cup in bed nearly every morning.”
I looked at the floor and said, “That’s sweet Mom and I’m so glad you have that now. Anyway, enough of this. How’s Steve? Is he doing okay?”
“He’s Steve, never has a bad day, God love him.”
“And you do too,” I said softly.
“Yes, sweetie, lucky I woke up and saw what life had on offer for me.”
“Mom –”
“Hope, today, you woke up too.”
“Mom –”
“Have coffee with your mountain man hunk,” she urged. “I’ll let you go.”
I sighed and looked up when I saw Max’s bare feet on the floor close to mine. When I looked up, he was putting a mug of coffee on the counter by me, his eyes came to mine and he took a sip from his.
I looked at my coffee and it appeared to be just how I liked it.
I sighed again.
Then I said, “Thanks for listening, Mom.”
“Everything’s going to be okay,” she assured me more firmly than I would have expected, considering she’d sounded hysterical not minutes before at the prospect of my father being in town.
“I know,” I assured her back.
“Tell him I love his house. It’s beautiful.”
I looked away and murmured, “I’ll tell him.”
“Love you, sweetie.”
“Love you too, Mom, bye.”
“Bye.”
Then I touched the screen to end the call.
“You’ll tell me what?” Max’s deep, gravelly voice called and my eyes to him.
I put down the phone, picked up my coffee and took a sip then said, still feeling self-conscious, “She likes your house.”
“What?”
“She thinks it’s beautiful.”
“How does she know what my house looks like?”
“I gave her the website.”
He grinned. Then he lifted his hand and tucked hair behind my ear.
This gesture was so sweet, it made more warmth flood through me at the same time it caused me to shiver and the clashing sensations caused me to go temporarily insane enough to blurt, “She likes you.”
His hand dropped and his brows drew together. “What?”
“Nothing,” I muttered then started to move way, saying, “You want break –”
But I was drawn back with an arm hooked around my waist.
When my head tipped back to look at him, Max asked, “She likes me?”
I decided the safest explanation was, “She likes that you call me Duchess.”
“That’s a weird thing to like.”
“Mom’s a bit nutty.”
“Not surprising,” he mumbled then he went on when my eyes started to narrow. “She turn into a hellion when she’s pissed too?”
I thought about this then I answered truthfully, “Yes, probably worse.”
“Steve her man?” Max asked and I nodded. “Poor Steve,” he muttered and I grinned.
His face changed, it was that soft I liked so much but there was something more, something much more and I felt the change somewhere deep, private and I held my breath for what was coming next.
He drew me even closer so our lower bodies were touching and he asked, “You okay?” I nodded but his arm gave me a squeeze. “Nina, I’m serious here, that was an intense fuckin’ scene. You okay?”
From nowhere I understood what else was in his face and when I understood it I realized why I didn’t recognize it. The only male who’d ever looked at me like that was Charlie and he was my brother so he was supposed to look at me like that in times like these.
It communicated a fierce sort of protection covered over with a tender mixture of worry and affection.