Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 70037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
“Thanks.” I roll my eyes.
“You’re still beautiful, honey. You just look like you haven’t slept much.”
I can’t say the same about her. Even with everything that has happened, she is beautiful, with hardly any wrinkles, thanks to the facial routine she passed down to me. She has dark-auburn hair that’s still shiny and full and a body that’s trim because of yoga and swimming five days a week. She didn’t let herself go after being married and having kids, which makes me wonder why my dad felt the need to stray. I’ve never met the woman he married—haven’t even looked her up on social media—and I don’t know that I want to. Still, a part of me is curious about her. A part of me wants to understand what happened and to see who he left my mom for after so many years of seeming happy.
“Can we go eat and not talk about how tired I look?”
“Absolutely.” She takes my hand and leads me toward the restaurant.
The place is busy, but thankfully there are still a few tables available. We’re seated immediately, and right away I order a Coke, while my mom orders water. Since we both know what we want to eat after looking at the menu briefly, we give the waitress our dinner orders as well, and she tells us she’ll be right back with our drinks before she walks away.
“You never drink soda this late,” she says, unrolling her utensils and placing her napkin in her lap.
“I have some paperwork to do tonight,” I lie. “I need the kick if I’m going to make it through that.” After our conversation last night, I’m not sure how she’d react to Gaston, and really, I don’t think I want to find out.
“You’re always working too hard.” She says the same thing she always does when I’m talking about work, then shakes her head and holds out her hand. “All right, hand over your phone so I can see how beautiful Leah looked.”
“You know, if you got a better phone, you could have seen all the pictures over text while I was away.”
“Like I’ve told you and your brother, I don’t need a new phone. The one I have does exactly what I need it to do—make calls. I don’t want to become one of those people who’s constantly looking at their phone.”
“Whatever. I’ll talk to Chris. Your birthday is coming up, so maybe we will just buy you one.”
“Give me your phone,” she orders. I click my photo icon, then hand my phone over, and I watch as her expression changes while she slides through each photo. “I wish I could have been there,” she tells me, studying the screen.
“Me too.”
She was, of course, invited to the ceremony, but she also knew that if she went, no one would have been able to take care of the shop while I was away. Yes, I love Aubrey and Rachelle and know they are more than capable of handling things in my absence, but they are also just kids who are still in high school. This is just one more reason I need to hire someone. My mom should have been able to go with me to Tennessee instead of covering for me in my absence.
“I think I need to really start looking for someone to hire full time at the shop to help me out,” I say, and my mom instantly drops my phone on the table and pins me in place with her gaze.
“I think that would be smart,” she agrees, then continues with an understanding look in her eyes. “I know you love what you do, but you need a life, honey—something that doesn’t involve cookies, cakes, and getting up early every day.”
“It’s my dream,” I reply, feeling a little defensive. My friends and family are always complaining that I work too much, that I never have time for them. And they’re right, but I want my shop to be successful. I want my mom and even my dad to know the money they invested in my future and the sacrifices they made were worth it.
“Yes, but . . .” She pauses, pressing her lips together, and a sad light fills her eyes. “The Sweet Spot was never your only dream. You used to talk about wanting a family—a husband and kids.” Before I can tell her I’m okay, that having even one part of my dream come true gives me contentment and happiness, she continues, and I brace. “I’m so sorry about last night.”
“Mom, it’s okay.”
“It isn’t. I shouldn’t have called you. I really shouldn’t have asked you to make me that stupid promise.” She looks away. “That’s not what I want for you. I want you to find someone to fall in love with.” She meets my gaze once more. “I want to see you happy, and one day, I want to chase my grandchildren—who are sure to be hellions—all over the place when they come to visit. I know I haven’t been acting like it, but I do still believe in love. And I know in my heart you’ll find it.” She pulls in a breath. “Heck, maybe even I’ll find it again.” Relief and hope fill me at once.