Page 63 of Second Chance for the Single Mom

“Coach Jordy is going to take you to practice today and tomorrow,” I said.

“YAY!” Bran said happily. “I wish he could take me to practiceeveryday.”

“I’ll miss you too,” I muttered as he ran into the school.

“It’s a good thing,” Sara said while we drove to the airport. “Most boys his age would bawl their eyes out if their mom left for two days.”

“I kind of wish he bawled when I left,” I muttered.

The flight to Las Vegas was smooth, as was the cab ride to the hotel. Our group was staying at Circus Circus, which was right across the street from the convention center where the real estate conference was being hosted. The hotel was shaped like a series of massive tents, full of flashing lights and circus noises. I couldn’t help but think about how much Bran would have enjoyed the experience.

I had dinner with some of the other conference members that night, then went to bed early since we had conference classes first thing in the morning. It was strange to sleep alone, without my son in the next room or my sister a short walk away. Part of my brain was used to always being on alert in case Bran needed something in the middle of the night. As I settled into the mountain of pillows on the bed, I felt that part of my mind relax.

I missed Bran terribly already… but it was kind of nice.

The next day was a whirlwind of classes, presentations, and discussions. I absorbed all the information like a sponge, taking notes and saving every piece of paper that was handed out. It reminded me of how much I loved college, back before I’d gotten pregnant. I liked learning new things, especially when it related to my job.

I was exhausted by the time I returned to my hotel room that evening. I took a shower, then opened up a bottle of wine from the mini fridge. It was rare that I got a chance to splurge on myself, so I was going to take advantage of the opportunity.

After a glass of wine, I remembered something I had forgotten to do. I pulled out my phone and typed quickly.

Me: Hey, I meant to text you yesterday but I was traveling. I wanted to thank you for submitting a reference letter to the Worthington Academy! We have an interview with their admissions person on Monday, and I’m pretty sure it’s thanks to you.

Shay: Happy to do it. My old firm has worked for the Academy, so I know a few people in positions of importance.

Me: Still, I can’t thank you enough.

Shay: No thanks required!

I wasn’t satisfied with that, so I gulped down some more wine and changed into my lingerie. After spending way too much time analyzing myself in the mirror, I snapped a few photos and then sent the best one to Shay.

Me: How’s this for a thank you?

Me: [Photo attached]

Shay: Oh my.

Shay: Okay, you’re welcome to thank me in that manner as much as you want.

Me: That’s why you submitted the reference, huh? To see me naked more often?

Shay: That’s definitely not why I did it. However, if you send me another photo from a different angle, I just might walk into that school and arrange a sit-in until they admit your son.

Me: Ask and ye shall receive!

Me: [Photo attached]

Shay: Fuck.

Me: Oh? Not what you wanted?

Shay: That’s EXACTLY what I wanted. I love how your ass practically swallows that thong.

Me: Good :-) Let me know how the sit-in goes. I’ll expect an admission letter from the school within the week.

Shay: I can’t stop thinking about the showing the other day. I loved how you dropped to your knees like it was part of your job.

Me: And I loved how you pushed me up against the glass and fucked the wits out of me.

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