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Boston wanted to throw his phone and stamp on it with the heel of his boot, but that would only prompt his mother to get in the car and make the ninety-minute drive to Silver Sage to question him.
You won’t be here,his mind whispered, but that only meant that Momma would park in his driveway and confront him when he returned, probably with Cora’s hand in his.
“I actually met her here at the lodge,” he said. “Her horse spooked and took off, and I caught up to her and slowed him down.”
“Mm,” Momma said.
“Fine, she’s my boss,” Boston said. “Kind of. Not really.”
“Explain that,” Momma said.
“Her family owns this place,” Boston said. “She’s going to be taking it over when her mother retires.”
“So she’s the big boss,” Momma said. “Just not the boss directly over you.”
“Right.”
“I’m honestly not sure if that’s better or worse.”
“Momma, there’s nothing to worry about, really.”
“How many girlfriends have you had?” Momma asked.
A slip of embarrassment ran through Boston. He’d been out with girls in high school, of course, but a serious girlfriend? No, he hadn’t had one of those. Ever.
“The funny thing is,” he said. “You figure things out by doing them. Remember how many times you’ve told me that? I bet you said it to Lars at least once today already.”
Momma simply sat on the other end of the line, which somehow made Boston smile.
“I met her two weeks ago, so can you take the overprotective Southern momma down a couple notches?” He drew a breath. “This is why I didn’t tell you.”
“It’s not that I don’t think you can have a girlfriend,” Momma said.
“Really?” Boston blew out the breath he’d taken. “That’s exactly what it sounds like you think.”
“I’m just saying maybe you should go slow.”
“Did I call you and tell you we were engaged?” Boston glared at the innocent horizon. “We’ve been out a few times, and yeah, I took her to cousin night, because they allowed us tobring somebody. Corrine brought Wells, for crying out loud, and they’re in high school.”
“Yes, it’s been all the talk in the family,” Momma said.
“Not on any texts I’ve seen.”
Momma didn’t have to spell out that the adults in the Young family had their own private string. Boston couldn’t feel too bad about it, because he participated in the cousin string as well, where none of the adults got to see what they were saying.
“She’s nice, Momma,” Boston said. “I think you’ll probably like her.”
“Well, when you’re ready and the relationship is serious enough, I’m sure you’ll call me and tell me that you’d like me to meet her.”
“I’m sure of that too,” Boston drawled dryly. “Is that all you’ve got? You just wanted to be nosy about my love life?”
“Hey, I’m happy for you,” Momma said, her voice a bit defensive. “I’m glad you like her, and I’m glad she’s nice.”
“Me too,” Boston said, his frustration disappearing. “Tell Daddy I’m real sorry I haven’t been calling him back.”
“Well, now that we know about Cora, he’ll understand why,” she teased. “Especially if she’s right there on site with you.”
“Just around the corner,” Boston said, and he pressed his eyes closed for a couple of steps. He couldn’t believe he’d forgotten that he’d invited Cora to the family Fourth of July party in the park. He would have definitely had to tell everyone about her before then.
