we were secretly dating. I told her that no such thing was going on, but then she informed me that you don't take guys home to meet her unless you have dated them a few months. Which I then remembered you telling me yourself. So why did you invite me over?"
"Well.. I don't really have a clear answer for that one, only that Adeen definitely caught me off guard on the phone when she asked me to invite you over, it happened before I really thought about it, but it didn't seem like a bad idea. I mean we aren't dating and you already knew that Adeen existed, so I felt there was no harm."
"Ah, so it wasn't secretly that you have the hots for me and wanted to lure me in with your amazing cooking skills. Bowl me over with all them spices you use, eh?"
Darla laughed quietly.
"Well, I wouldn't say I don't have the hots for you. What about you? Why did you take up the offer? Surely it wasn't because you had the hots for me, a single mom of a nine year old, that lives with her sister and her kids?"
"Well, I would be lying if I said I didn't fancy women in overalls. Especially when they fit in all the right places."
They both blushed at that.
"I'm sorry," Guy gushed, "I can't believe I said that, it's so cheesy! That's so not me,” he laughed.
They looked into each others eyes. He noticed her brown eyes had flecks of yellow and red through them, subtle enough that you would only notice as you were going in for a kiss.
Their lips were about to touch when Darla's cell phone rang. She looked down at it and it said, "MOM".
"I've got to take this, I'm so sorry. Hi, mom? Sandra? What are... Okay. Okay, I understand. I'll be right there. No, don't worry. Don't worry. I'm on my way."
"Is your mom okay?"
"No, that was my cousin Sandra who lives by my mom. She went by for a visit after work to find my mom on the floor at the bottom of the stairs. She was unconscious, and breathing heavily. Mom is in the hospital now being looked over. No idea if she fell down the stairs, if somethings broken, or she just dropped to the floor where she was walking."
"Oh, I'm so sorry."
She looked at him.
"I'm so sorry too. We have to leave now to get to the hospital. It's the next town over, you know St. Mary's Catholic? It'll take us about an hour and a half I think."
"Sure, sure I understand. If theres anything I can do."
Darla stood looking at him, then looking out to her sister and her daughter.
"I'll take you up on that offer if needs be." She ran out to the garden and he could see her animatedly explaining to them both what was going on. They all rushed into the house, grabbing things from everywhere.
"Oh, Guy, all your food is in our freezer! Okay, you can just shut the door behind you. It will lock. One of us will probably come back tonight anyway."
"Ok, thanks", he said, as they ran out to her car. He didn't even get to say goodbye. He understood, family comes first. He remembers rushing himself to the hospital the first time his mother went in. You don't have time to think at all. Not even time for a single goodbye kiss. He walked into the kitchen and started bagging his stuff. He heard something from behind him. He barely had time to recognise her face, when Darla put his face in her hands and kissed him. She let go of him and smiled.
"Okay, I really gotta go this time." She ran out the door and into the waiting car, where Adeen had her smiling little face pressed up to the back seat window. He smiled back at her and watched them drive away.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Guy placed his mug of coffee down on his desk, almost missing the coaster. That was his fourth mug today, and it was only 2p.m.. He had got himself into a good writing streak now these last few weeks. Get up at 6a.m., go for a swim if the weather was good - which it had been since he started - breakfast and shower, then sit down to write from 8:30 until lunch, occasionally getting up for coffee and stretching his body. He worked then until 4p.m. and had dinner,
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