I pull out ingredients from the fridge. “Tell me about him.”
She walks over to the counter and leans her hip against it, watching me while I whip up lunch for us.
“His name is Gary. He’s the son of one of my patients at the nursing home.”
“Aww, that’s a sweet meet-cute,” I say.
“He took me out for lunch a couple of times. We’re going to grab coffee this weekend and then go antique-ing.” She plays with the hem of her blouse while she speaks, fighting a smile.
I chuckle, happy to see my mom excited about this guy she’s dating.
“That sounds fun. What does he do for work?”
“He’s an accountant. He owns his own firm in Arvada.”
“Nice. I bet you could get him to do your taxes for free.”
She playfully shoves my shoulder and laughs.
“Seriously though, Mom. I’m happy for you.”
Ever since leaving my abusive dad years ago when I was a little kid, my mom hasn’t dated at all. Her focus was working to support my brother and me. She deserves to do something for herself and have fun after all she’s been through.
She flashes a warm smile and pats my arm. “Thank you, honey.” She grabs some of the bags from the dining table. “While you take care of lunch, I’m going to put these away.”
“Sounds good.”
I’m in the middle of setting the table when my phone buzzes with a text from Sam.
Hey. Would you hate me if I have to take a rain check on tonight? My niece and nephew are demanding a sleepover with me.
I smile at my phone screen.
Me: I could never hate you. That’s the sweetest reason ever for missing out on a filthy hookup with your roommate.
Sam: Seriously though, I’m really sorry. It’s been over a month since I’ve seen them, and they’re begging me to stay the night.
Me: It’s really okay. I think that’s adorable :)
A minute later, he texts me a photo of him lying on the floor, grinning while two little blond-haired kids draw all over his bare chest. I burst out laughing.
Sam: They’re holding me hostage with markers. I couldn’t leave if I wanted to.
Me: Oh my god, I’m dying! You’re covered in smiley faces and rainbows! Please tell me you’re going to get those tattooed on you.
Sam: I’ll consider it. Promise I’ll be home tomorrow morning to make you breakfast.
My heartflutters in my chest.
Me: Would you maybe be up for a run too? I’m following this running schedule that I found online, and I need to run a 5K tomorrow to stay on track.
Sam: Absolutely :)
Me: Aww, you’re the best, running buddy
Sam: See you in the morning, beautiful
Chapter 24
