Page 74 of Devoted Enough

My mother nodded. “Yes, Timberlynn and I go back many years. Since you kids were in elementary school.”

“Mom, there isn’t anything behind the invitation. I think Nate simply wants to be with me and he knows family is important.”

My mother smiled and said, “I think it’s a lovely idea. I’ll ask Timberlynn if she wants us to bring anything. Come to think of it, I haven’t spoken to her in a couple of months. We need to catch up.”

I nearly exploded with happiness while at the same time sighing in relief. “I’m so glad you agreed to go. This means the world to me. I care deeply for Nate, and I know things are new between us, but…well…it means a lot to me that we can all be together on Thanksgiving. I’m sure it will help Stella as well.”

“I haven’t seen Stella in years. I did send her a card after Ty passed away. I can’t imagine what she is going through. My heart hurts for her. For the whole family.”

“I still can’t believe he’s gone. He was such a nice guy.”

“That he was. So, are you up for dessert?” Mom asked.

“Wait, you made dessert as well?” I asked with a giggle. “Now I can call you Better Crocker.”

Mom stood. “I did, indeed. Lemon bars. You stay here and I’ll get them cut up and bring them out.”

After setting down a plate of lemon bars and handing me a small plate, Mom smiled and asked, “How is the sex?”

“Mom!”

“What?” she asked, all innocent. “It’s a valid question.”

“Maybe from my best friend, but not my mother!”

She gave a one-shoulder shrug. “I’ve seen those Shaw men. I’m going to assume it’s good. Otherwise, your face wouldn’t be so red.”

“My face is red because my mother just…” I lowered my voice. “…asked me how the sex was with my boyfriend.”

She winked. “Gotcha.”

“No, I don’t think you do!”

“I was a girl your age once, I get it. I hope he pleasures you first. It’s important that you have a lover who doesn’t just think of himself.”

Dropping back in my chair, I stared at my mother. “Please tell me you’re not going to tell me about your past lovers.”

She laughed. “I wouldn’t do that to you, darling. But, when I was your age–”

I quickly stood. “No. Just no! I’m going to do the dishes.”

The rest of the time was spent with my mother helping her clean up while she told me about her new job promotion, and how she was slowly learning everything. I watched as she spoke and wondered if she ever got lonely. She’d gone out a few times since the divorce, but nothing serious. I suddenly had the urge to see Nate. I took my phone out and sent him a text.

Me: I’m having dinner at my mom’s house. She said yes to Thanksgiving. I’m going to be heading home soon.

It didn’t take Nate long to reply.

Nate: I’m so glad she said yes! I’ll let Grams and my mother know. Leaving the ranch now and heading home. Why don’t you come here instead?

Smiling, I peeked up to see my mother reading something on her phone.

Me: I’ll swing by and pack a bag. I’ll text you once I’m on the way to your house.

Nate: Perfect. Be careful driving. See you soon.

I set my phone on the table and gathered the dessert plates. Mom stopped me. “No, leave those, Haven.”

“Mom, you cooked. Let me clean up all the way for you.”

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