Page 174 of Duty and Desire
To say Tammy and the others weren’t beloved by the other women in his life was another understatement.
“And I want you and the girls to meet her,” he finished.
“You…I…uh,” his mother stammered.
Mo pulled Lottie further up on his chest and tipped his eyes down to her stunned face.
“You’re gonna love her, Ma.”
Lottie’s face lost the stunned as it got soft and she slid her hand from his chest to the side of his neck.
“She’s terrific,” he continued.
At that, his girl’s face got even softer.
He’d give her the hazy-eyed look of eating her out and making her come, and he’d love doing that as often as he could manage.
But that look right there he’d kill and die for.
“Well I’m not sure you’ve ever quite described one of your women as terrific, Mo.”
Even his mother called him Mo, something he’d demanded around the age of six.
She’d saddled him with the name of Kim, Seamus was of his father, and even at six, he wanted nothing to do with that, so she’d relented without a fight.
Even his credit cards said Mo Morrison on them. Only his license shared that his mother had every faith upon his birth that he could handle bullies and douchebags without coming out scarred.
“That’s because I’m seein’ that they weren’t,” Mo replied.
“Well…my,” his mom whispered.
“Can’t do it this Sunday. Next Sunday?” he asked.
“I’d love to, but I think Marte’s schedule has her on shift at the hospital.”
“Sunday after that,” Mo suggested.
“That’d work. I’ll have dinner here,” his mother answered.
“We can hit a restaurant.”
“I’m not going to meet a woman you describe as ‘terrific’ in some stuffy place like a restaurant, Mo. I’ll make my crab cakes.”
He was not going to argue against his mother’s crab cakes.
“Perfect,” he muttered. Then louder, “Gotta go, Ma. Lottie’s here and Mag’s home from the ballgame so we’re gonna get some food and hang with Mag.”
Her voice went up in pitch when she asked, “She’s there?”
He gave Lottie a squeeze. “Right here.”
“Wow,” she whispered. Then she got louder. “Mag’s met her?”
“Yup.”
“What does he think?”
“I got the last good one left.”
