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to make sure their bodies didn’t touch as he entered.
“You’ve made that perfectly clear. But I’m glad your mother invited me. I’m going to enjoy having a home-cooked meal. It’s something I don’t often get.”
She looked contrite. “I’m sorry. I’m not being very gracious. Come in. My mom is in the kitchen. I normally cook for her most evenings but she insisted on doing most of the meal tonight.”
She closed the door behind them and he followed her to the kitchen. Michelle’s mother’s home was the kind that made him think of laughter and warm fires. It was as foreign to his growing-up years as he could imagine.
His life before Joey had really become sick had been carefree. He’d been encouraged to read and question but there had been little structure. Nothing permanent in his life other than his parents and Joey. In fact, he’d known nothing of his grandparents until he’d overheard his parents talking about them when he’d been around eight.
Ty paused to looked at the pictures in the hallway of Michelle at different stages in her life, some of them including her parents. There had been no family photos like these in his life. Heck, it was hard to hang a picture on the side of a tent.
When they entered the kitchen, Mrs. Ross turned away from the stove. She looked frail but there were red spots high on her cheeks. She wiped her hands and came towards him. “Welcome, Ty, I’m so glad you could join us.”
“I appreciate being asked.” He glanced at Michelle. She gave him more of a smirk than a smile.
“These are for you.” He handed flowers and a long thin box to the older woman.
The red of her cheeks all but glowed with her pleasure as she took them. “Why, Ty, how sweet. You didn’t have to.”
“I wanted to.”
“Michelle, honey, why don’t you put these in a vase while I see what’s in this pretty box? I can’t imagine.”
Michelle took the flowers and went to the sink.
Mrs. Ross opened the box and pulled out a multicolored scarf. “Oh, my, how beautiful.” She wrapped it around her neck.
“I thought you might like it. My mother always said a bright scarf lifts a woman’s spirits.”
He’d not thought of that in a long time. Not quoted his parents in years. His mother had wrapped a red scarf around her head the day they’d marched out to bury Joey.
Ty’s gaze shifted away from her mother to Michelle. Her eyes glistened and she mouthed, “Thank you,” and gave him a smile. It was the first full-blown one he’d ever seen from her.
His eyes widened, he blinked and returned her smile with a wink.
“Michelle, why don’t you take those flowers into the living room, and you and Ty have a little talk while I finish here? I won’t be long.”
Michelle looked as if she’d like to have the floor swallow her. He couldn’t help but grin. This might be the most entertaining evening he’d spent in a long time.
She gathered the vase and without a backward glance headed back the way they had come. He followed, admiring the sensual sway of her hips. Did she have any idea what she could do to a man? This power was stronger than any she employed as a heart surgeon. She could rule the world. His, anyway.
When they got to the living room Michelle placed the flowers on the nearest table and turned to face him. “I’m sorry about this. I couldn’t be more embarrassed.”
“Hey, don’t be. I’m flattered. I can’t say that I know of another mother who has thrown her daughter at me.”
He enjoyed the blush that covered her face. Yes, the ice queen had definitely melted.
Taking a seat on the sofa, he patted the cushion next to him. “Come sit and ‘talk a little’.”
Michelle sank next to him more out of defeat than anything else. He appreciated seeing her a little off center. The stiff doctor in control had all but been stripped away. She was just a daughter trying to make a sick mother happy.
“So your mother has cancer.”
“Yes.”
“How
“You’ve made that perfectly clear. But I’m glad your mother invited me. I’m going to enjoy having a home-cooked meal. It’s something I don’t often get.”
She looked contrite. “I’m sorry. I’m not being very gracious. Come in. My mom is in the kitchen. I normally cook for her most evenings but she insisted on doing most of the meal tonight.”
She closed the door behind them and he followed her to the kitchen. Michelle’s mother’s home was the kind that made him think of laughter and warm fires. It was as foreign to his growing-up years as he could imagine.
His life before Joey had really become sick had been carefree. He’d been encouraged to read and question but there had been little structure. Nothing permanent in his life other than his parents and Joey. In fact, he’d known nothing of his grandparents until he’d overheard his parents talking about them when he’d been around eight.
Ty paused to looked at the pictures in the hallway of Michelle at different stages in her life, some of them including her parents. There had been no family photos like these in his life. Heck, it was hard to hang a picture on the side of a tent.
When they entered the kitchen, Mrs. Ross turned away from the stove. She looked frail but there were red spots high on her cheeks. She wiped her hands and came towards him. “Welcome, Ty, I’m so glad you could join us.”
“I appreciate being asked.” He glanced at Michelle. She gave him more of a smirk than a smile.
“These are for you.” He handed flowers and a long thin box to the older woman.
The red of her cheeks all but glowed with her pleasure as she took them. “Why, Ty, how sweet. You didn’t have to.”
“I wanted to.”
“Michelle, honey, why don’t you put these in a vase while I see what’s in this pretty box? I can’t imagine.”
Michelle took the flowers and went to the sink.
Mrs. Ross opened the box and pulled out a multicolored scarf. “Oh, my, how beautiful.” She wrapped it around her neck.
“I thought you might like it. My mother always said a bright scarf lifts a woman’s spirits.”
He’d not thought of that in a long time. Not quoted his parents in years. His mother had wrapped a red scarf around her head the day they’d marched out to bury Joey.
Ty’s gaze shifted away from her mother to Michelle. Her eyes glistened and she mouthed, “Thank you,” and gave him a smile. It was the first full-blown one he’d ever seen from her.
His eyes widened, he blinked and returned her smile with a wink.
“Michelle, why don’t you take those flowers into the living room, and you and Ty have a little talk while I finish here? I won’t be long.”
Michelle looked as if she’d like to have the floor swallow her. He couldn’t help but grin. This might be the most entertaining evening he’d spent in a long time.
She gathered the vase and without a backward glance headed back the way they had come. He followed, admiring the sensual sway of her hips. Did she have any idea what she could do to a man? This power was stronger than any she employed as a heart surgeon. She could rule the world. His, anyway.
When they got to the living room Michelle placed the flowers on the nearest table and turned to face him. “I’m sorry about this. I couldn’t be more embarrassed.”
“Hey, don’t be. I’m flattered. I can’t say that I know of another mother who has thrown her daughter at me.”
He enjoyed the blush that covered her face. Yes, the ice queen had definitely melted.
Taking a seat on the sofa, he patted the cushion next to him. “Come sit and ‘talk a little’.”
Michelle sank next to him more out of defeat than anything else. He appreciated seeing her a little off center. The stiff doctor in control had all but been stripped away. She was just a daughter trying to make a sick mother happy.
“So your mother has cancer.”
“Yes.”
“How
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