Page 68 of Anything To Be With You

My heart jumps at the endearment. "Neither am I, Dimples."

His eyes flash with heat. Luke grunts as he stands and slumps behind his desk.

"Sent." He grumbles.

"Thank you." I roll myself over to the door, unlocking it and wheeling myself out.

I find Carrie’s waiting at my desk with a smirk on her pretty face. "You have a visitor." Carrie sings.

I groan. "Please tell me it’s not Helen."

"Nope. This one is very handsome," she points over to her desk.

"Bubba?" I call as I stand.

He raises his hand as he walks over. "Hey, Ma."

"That’s your son?" Carrie does a double take. "Okay, one: sorry I called your son handsome. And two: how did he, come out of there?" she points to Mason then to my vagina.

I slap her hand away. "He is very handsome, and I had a caesarean. He was only six pounds when he was born." I meet Mason halfway and he surprises me when he hugs me. "What are you doing here, Bubba?"

"Meeting Spencer at Union station and I have time to kill. Did you want to get lunch?"

Oh God. I think I’m going to cry. "You want to have lunch? With me? In public?" my voice comes out as a squeak.

Mason rolls his eyes. "Not if you’re going to cry."

I wrap my arms around him again. "I’m totally going to cry." I shake him a little and get a sigh.

I turn to Carrie. "This is my very handsome son, Mason. Mason, this is Carrie."

Mason grins. "Hey—" he clears his throat. "Hi."

Carrie beams and extends her hand. "Hey, nice to meet you. You look just like your mom," Carrie says.

Mason takes her hand and smiles as he rolls his eyes. "That’s what every teenage boy wants to hear," he mutters.

I snort, grabbing my purse and open Luke’s door. "I’m going to lunch—"

"Like hell you are."

"—with Mason." I raise a brow, daring him to tell me no again.

"You have an hour."

That’s what I thought.

I shut his door and skip over to Mason.

"Ma, come on." He nods towards Carrie.

My baby boy is embarrassed of me. Parenting win. I smile up at him and slip my arm around his.

"Come on, Bubba. I have an hour."

Luke called me thirty-seven times while I was out. He couldn’t even let me have a peaceful lunch with my son. Which doesn’t happen often.

"He’s fuming," Carrie mentions as I walk in, leaving a doggie bag of wings at her desk.

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