“Sorry to interrupt?—”
“No, it’s fine. What’s up?”
“Nothing.”
Rhonda pursed her lips. “You can say it, Mom.”
“Your father called.”
Of course, he did. It was Christmas, a time when they were supposed to be enjoying themselves. “That tracks.”
“Yeah.” Her mom blew out a breath.
“You know what he’s doing.”
“I know.”
It didn’t make it easier. Rhonda knew that from experience. “I’m sorry, Mom. Don’t say it’s okay because it’s not. I’m glad you told me.”
Her mom was silent a moment. “I’m glad you’re coming out.”
“Me, too. I’ll get there on the 30th.” She started to shiver. “And mom, I’m seeing someone.”
Her mom’s voice brightened. “Oh?”
“Don’t get all excited?—”
“I’m excited. What’s his name?”
Rhonda laughed. “Jordan.”
“Are you bringing him?”
Rhonda blinked. She’d thought about it, but didn’t think her mom would be up for it. “I could, I didn’t?—”
“Bring him. If you can. I’d love to meet him.”
Rhonda walked back to the sliding doors, a smile on her face even though her feet were stinging. “Okay, then. I’ll look into it.”
She walked back inside and got her opportunity to set eyes on Country and Jenna’s new bundle of joy. Country held her like a football while André helped him dish up more cheese and crackers.
“I’m just saying, you could introduce me,” André said.
Country shook his head. “She’s classy, bud.”
“I’m classy!” André motioned to his button up shirt.
Rhonda laughed. “Who is this we’re talking about?” She walked closer and peeked under the soft blanket covering Hope’s face.
She was momentarily stunned by the perfect symmetry, her rosy cheeks.
“I know. I can’t stop staring at her.” Country gazed down at his new baby girl with stars in his eyes.
There was that pressure behind her eyes again. Jenna straightened and cleared her throat. “Okay, spill.”
André ran a hand through his hair. “Grace.”
“Who’s Grace?”