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maybe it’s too soon. Am I being an idiot again?”
“Only if I’m being an idiot too.” He tucked a soft blond strand of hair back behind her ear. “We’re not kids anymore. We should know how we feel.”
She nodded, her face solemn. “Let’s go steady. For a while. To see if it works.”
His heart skipped a beat. “Much better than hooking up, although hooking up is pretty fu—um—freaking good too. But I lost my NFA class ring on a job.”
“That’s okay. I don’t need a ring.” She went back to licking his chest with her perfect, pink pointed tongue and Will shut his eyes so he could only feel.
Then reality invaded. “What about your parents?”
She moved away and sat up. “Not many people know, but my dad has Alzheimer’s.”
“Ah, Alex. I’m so sorry.” And here Will had thought she had it easy. There was nothing easy about Alzheimer’s.
She shrugged. “He probably won’t ever know who you are, which is kind of awful. My mother—well, let’s just say I think she’s changed. She’s going to like you when she gets to know you.”
The dragon lady? Doubtful, but Will wasn’t going to try to talk Alex out of this fantastic idea. “What about Emma? I wouldn’t try to replace her dad.”
Alex snorted. “Oh, feel free. And if you introduce her to Rocky, that should be enough to impress her.”
Really? Could everything be this simple?
Maybe it was time for simple.
Chapter 11
J une
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A lexandra was nervous . So nervous she had trouble deciding between a cute but faded red gingham bikini left over from college and a plain black one-piece that screamed “depressed middle-aged mom.”
Well, she was far from depressed, she wasn’t quite thirty yet, and her figure was still good enough to rock the two-piece. It wasn’t as if she would be parading around at a public beach—they would just be swimming in Will’s farmpond, which was, he assured her, spring-fed and shallow enough at the edges so Emma wouldn’t drown. There was even a little dock and a rowboat. And anyway, she might not even remove her white eyelet cover-up, depending on how the day went.
Today was the day for Emma to meet Will.
Tomorrow, the whole Garrity clan would be over for a Father’s Day cookout.
All of them.
She and Will had discussed the weekend strategy at length. Alexandra just wanted to “get it over with,” meet everyone en masse and kind of get lost in the Garrity shuffle. Emma would have plenty of other kids to play with, and there would be lots of distractions.
It would be nothing like next week, when Elizabeth Elliot had decreed a formal sit-down dinner to meet Alexandra’s “new friend.” Bridget was probably polishing the silver right now.
Will was much more than a friend.
They’d seen each other almost every night since that night. The sex had only gotten better, if that was possible. Alexandra was allowing herself to be happy, although she wanted to knock on wood in the worst way.
What if Emma didn’t like Will? She could be shy around strangers. What if Will talked to her in that weird fake voice adults used on kids?
Alexandra felt a twinge between her eyebrows. She was borrowing trouble. There was plenty of built-in trouble already. She was a divorced woman, and Will’s family was close-knit and traditional. Hell, his mother went to mass at St. Patrick’s twice a week. Will told her not to worry, but she couldn’t help it. No mother ever thought any woman was good enough for her son.
And an only son? Alexandra shivered, and it wasn’t because of the bikini.
“Mommy?”
She turned to see Emma standing in the doorway wearing her new Frozen bathing suit, her water wings already on.
“Hey, dumpling. We still have to ride in the car. Let’s take those off and put a shirt on.”
“But you said we’re going swimming!”
“We are, but we’re having a picnic first. You helped Bridget make the sandwiches, remember?” Peanut butter for Emma, roast beef and Swiss for the
“Only if I’m being an idiot too.” He tucked a soft blond strand of hair back behind her ear. “We’re not kids anymore. We should know how we feel.”
She nodded, her face solemn. “Let’s go steady. For a while. To see if it works.”
His heart skipped a beat. “Much better than hooking up, although hooking up is pretty fu—um—freaking good too. But I lost my NFA class ring on a job.”
“That’s okay. I don’t need a ring.” She went back to licking his chest with her perfect, pink pointed tongue and Will shut his eyes so he could only feel.
Then reality invaded. “What about your parents?”
She moved away and sat up. “Not many people know, but my dad has Alzheimer’s.”
“Ah, Alex. I’m so sorry.” And here Will had thought she had it easy. There was nothing easy about Alzheimer’s.
She shrugged. “He probably won’t ever know who you are, which is kind of awful. My mother—well, let’s just say I think she’s changed. She’s going to like you when she gets to know you.”
The dragon lady? Doubtful, but Will wasn’t going to try to talk Alex out of this fantastic idea. “What about Emma? I wouldn’t try to replace her dad.”
Alex snorted. “Oh, feel free. And if you introduce her to Rocky, that should be enough to impress her.”
Really? Could everything be this simple?
Maybe it was time for simple.
Chapter 11
J une
----
A lexandra was nervous . So nervous she had trouble deciding between a cute but faded red gingham bikini left over from college and a plain black one-piece that screamed “depressed middle-aged mom.”
Well, she was far from depressed, she wasn’t quite thirty yet, and her figure was still good enough to rock the two-piece. It wasn’t as if she would be parading around at a public beach—they would just be swimming in Will’s farmpond, which was, he assured her, spring-fed and shallow enough at the edges so Emma wouldn’t drown. There was even a little dock and a rowboat. And anyway, she might not even remove her white eyelet cover-up, depending on how the day went.
Today was the day for Emma to meet Will.
Tomorrow, the whole Garrity clan would be over for a Father’s Day cookout.
All of them.
She and Will had discussed the weekend strategy at length. Alexandra just wanted to “get it over with,” meet everyone en masse and kind of get lost in the Garrity shuffle. Emma would have plenty of other kids to play with, and there would be lots of distractions.
It would be nothing like next week, when Elizabeth Elliot had decreed a formal sit-down dinner to meet Alexandra’s “new friend.” Bridget was probably polishing the silver right now.
Will was much more than a friend.
They’d seen each other almost every night since that night. The sex had only gotten better, if that was possible. Alexandra was allowing herself to be happy, although she wanted to knock on wood in the worst way.
What if Emma didn’t like Will? She could be shy around strangers. What if Will talked to her in that weird fake voice adults used on kids?
Alexandra felt a twinge between her eyebrows. She was borrowing trouble. There was plenty of built-in trouble already. She was a divorced woman, and Will’s family was close-knit and traditional. Hell, his mother went to mass at St. Patrick’s twice a week. Will told her not to worry, but she couldn’t help it. No mother ever thought any woman was good enough for her son.
And an only son? Alexandra shivered, and it wasn’t because of the bikini.
“Mommy?”
She turned to see Emma standing in the doorway wearing her new Frozen bathing suit, her water wings already on.
“Hey, dumpling. We still have to ride in the car. Let’s take those off and put a shirt on.”
“But you said we’re going swimming!”
“We are, but we’re having a picnic first. You helped Bridget make the sandwiches, remember?” Peanut butter for Emma, roast beef and Swiss for the
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