Page 68 of Sparks Flying

“She’s not that bad.”

I shot him a look. “I’ve already talked to your sisters, remember? I knew coming here was going to be a bad idea.”

I finished getting dressed, and he pulled me to my feet and hugged me tight.

“I’ll admit, this isn’t exactly ideal, but what’s done is done. We can only move on from here. You’re my mate. We weren’t doing anything wrong.”

I groaned. “Your mother walked in on us in a compromised position.”

“Just smile and we’ll get this over as quickly as possible.”

I sighed and sat back down on the couch. My hands were sweating and my heart was beating hard in my chest.

He opened the door. “Well, come on in.”

I hadn’t really seen her the first time because Dean was so quick to cover me. But now I took a good look. She was tall and slender with long, silky, jet black hair. I could see it peeking out from under her hair covering. She was otherwise covered from head to head in similar quarantine gear Dean and I had arrived in. From what I could see she didn’t look old enough to be his mother, let alone have three older children. She was absolutely stunning and carried herself with a righteous authority I could never pull off.

I rose to face her.

“Hello,” I managed to say.

She didn’t respond to me. Instead, she turned to talk to Dean.

“What is going on here? Your father said the doctor put you and one other person in quarantine for possible exposure to some sort of virus. I gear up to come and check on my son and find you naked with this whore. What the hell, Dean? You never bring one of your girls home like this.”

I didn’t have to see his face to know he was pissed. The set of his shoulders and the way his body trembled told me all I needed to know.

“She isn’t one of my girls,” he said.

If I didn’t already understand what he meant by that, I’d probably be in tears running for the door.

“Yeah, okay. Whatever. I saw the two of you. You were naked and kissing. I just can’t believe you’d bring her here.”

“We’re on quarantine, remember?”

“I know that’s what we were told, but now I’m wondering if it’s not just some made up bullshit so you can take off work and play with your new friend here.”

Dean growled at his mother.

She took a step back.

I walked over to him and touched his arm, then ran my hand up and down his back.

“You have to calm down now. That’s your mom,” I reminded him.

He shuddered and then nodded.

The woman was far more shocked than pissed now.

“What’s going on here?”

“Mom, this is Bailey. Bailey, my mother, Helena Davenport.”

A man half dressed in personal protective gear ran in.

“What’s wrong?” he asked her.

“I came up to check on Dean and found him making out with this girl.”

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