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Woolcott Industries when you and Sandra were little.”
His mother cupped his jaw in her soft palm. “Enjoy this time with Mason. Take it from me when I tell you that he’s going to be grown and on his own before you know it. It’s Christmas, Jordan. Enjoy Christmas with your son.”
He nodded. “Okay, Mom. I hear you.”
“Good. No more of this ‘shortening your leave of absence’ nonsense again. And when you
do
go back to the firm, you need to think about cutting back on your hours. You’re a single father after all. This little one needs to have at least
one
of his parents around.”
Jordan didn’t miss the thinly disguised dig at Mason’s
other
parent.
To say his mother wasn’t his ex-wife’s biggest fan was an understatement that put all other understatements to shame. She’d somehow seen through Allison’s facade from the very beginning. Jordan had been too blinded by his ex-wife’s stunning beauty, vivacious personality and ridiculously hot body to pay attention to anything else. He’d ignored the warnings his mother tried to send him. And he’d paid for it. Dearly.
Water under the proverbial bridge.
He couldn’t go back in time and change what had happened with Allison. He wouldn’t even if he could. His son was worth every bit of the heartache and strife Allison had caused him.
Millie, who had been the Woolcotts’ housekeeper for decades, came into the kitchen, and when she discovered Jordan had yet to have lunch, insisted on whipping up a quick meal. After demolishing the seared tuna over arugula that was worthy of a restaurant menu, Jordan patiently followed his mother around the house so she could show off the rest of her holiday decorations.
A half hour later, she followed them out to the car and strapped Mason into his car seat.
“You
are
going to get that tree this very instant, right?”
“Yes,” Jordan said with an exaggerated groan.
“Good.”
“Should I expect a surprise visit from you tonight to make sure I have the tree?”
“Your father and I have plans for tonight, but I expect you to text me a picture.” She kissed his cheek before closing his car door and giving him a wave.
Jordan chuckled to himself as he rounded the circular driveway and drove away from his parents’ home. As he pulled up to the stop sign at the end of the street, his cell phone trilled with the special ringtone he’d set for the investigator he had looking into the election results. Jordan pulled over to the curb.
He answered the phone. “What do you have for me, Mike?”
Several minutes later, he flipped his blinker to turn left, back toward his house. The news he’d just received was the most promising he’d heard in days.
Tree shopping would have to wait.
Chapter 4
“O uch!”
Vicki stuck her finger between her lips, sucking on the spot where the prickly holly leaf had just nicked her.
“Careful,” her mother admonished. She looked up from the leather-bound organizer spread out before her on the marble kitchen island. “You don’t have to do that, you know. I could hire someone to put those together.”
“Very funny,” Vicki said. She looked over the tall centerpiece and caught the glimpse of a smile tipping up her mother’s lips. “If you want to pay me, go right ahead, but if I catch another florist within twenty yards of this house I cannot be responsible for my actions.”
“I wouldn’t dare.” Her mother blew her a kiss. Vicki pretended to catch it and threw it back at her.
Her mother’s shocked laugh echoed around the massive kitchen. “That was rude.”
“That’s what you get for suggesting bringing in another florist to decorate the house,” she said, but then to show her mother that she knew it was all in good fun, Vicki walked over and plunked a kiss on her cheek.
Sitting with her legs crossed on the high-backed stool, Christine Ahlfors was the epitome of everything Vicki had thought she wanted to be. Physically, they were unmistakably
His mother cupped his jaw in her soft palm. “Enjoy this time with Mason. Take it from me when I tell you that he’s going to be grown and on his own before you know it. It’s Christmas, Jordan. Enjoy Christmas with your son.”
He nodded. “Okay, Mom. I hear you.”
“Good. No more of this ‘shortening your leave of absence’ nonsense again. And when you
do
go back to the firm, you need to think about cutting back on your hours. You’re a single father after all. This little one needs to have at least
one
of his parents around.”
Jordan didn’t miss the thinly disguised dig at Mason’s
other
parent.
To say his mother wasn’t his ex-wife’s biggest fan was an understatement that put all other understatements to shame. She’d somehow seen through Allison’s facade from the very beginning. Jordan had been too blinded by his ex-wife’s stunning beauty, vivacious personality and ridiculously hot body to pay attention to anything else. He’d ignored the warnings his mother tried to send him. And he’d paid for it. Dearly.
Water under the proverbial bridge.
He couldn’t go back in time and change what had happened with Allison. He wouldn’t even if he could. His son was worth every bit of the heartache and strife Allison had caused him.
Millie, who had been the Woolcotts’ housekeeper for decades, came into the kitchen, and when she discovered Jordan had yet to have lunch, insisted on whipping up a quick meal. After demolishing the seared tuna over arugula that was worthy of a restaurant menu, Jordan patiently followed his mother around the house so she could show off the rest of her holiday decorations.
A half hour later, she followed them out to the car and strapped Mason into his car seat.
“You
are
going to get that tree this very instant, right?”
“Yes,” Jordan said with an exaggerated groan.
“Good.”
“Should I expect a surprise visit from you tonight to make sure I have the tree?”
“Your father and I have plans for tonight, but I expect you to text me a picture.” She kissed his cheek before closing his car door and giving him a wave.
Jordan chuckled to himself as he rounded the circular driveway and drove away from his parents’ home. As he pulled up to the stop sign at the end of the street, his cell phone trilled with the special ringtone he’d set for the investigator he had looking into the election results. Jordan pulled over to the curb.
He answered the phone. “What do you have for me, Mike?”
Several minutes later, he flipped his blinker to turn left, back toward his house. The news he’d just received was the most promising he’d heard in days.
Tree shopping would have to wait.
Chapter 4
“O uch!”
Vicki stuck her finger between her lips, sucking on the spot where the prickly holly leaf had just nicked her.
“Careful,” her mother admonished. She looked up from the leather-bound organizer spread out before her on the marble kitchen island. “You don’t have to do that, you know. I could hire someone to put those together.”
“Very funny,” Vicki said. She looked over the tall centerpiece and caught the glimpse of a smile tipping up her mother’s lips. “If you want to pay me, go right ahead, but if I catch another florist within twenty yards of this house I cannot be responsible for my actions.”
“I wouldn’t dare.” Her mother blew her a kiss. Vicki pretended to catch it and threw it back at her.
Her mother’s shocked laugh echoed around the massive kitchen. “That was rude.”
“That’s what you get for suggesting bringing in another florist to decorate the house,” she said, but then to show her mother that she knew it was all in good fun, Vicki walked over and plunked a kiss on her cheek.
Sitting with her legs crossed on the high-backed stool, Christine Ahlfors was the epitome of everything Vicki had thought she wanted to be. Physically, they were unmistakably
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