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“Lawrence, sweetheart!” his mother greeted excitedly, pulling him into a tight hug. “I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever,” she stated when they pulled apart.

It had been a while since they saw one another. While he would have normally visited her on Mother’s Day, he was scheduled to meet an out-of-town client the Friday before, and she’d had to work on the holiday. The last time he had seen her was at Alijah's wedding.

“I know, but we get to hang out for the next few days.”

He did have to work, but he’d strategically scheduled his appointments so he could leave work a little early each day.

Lawrence grabbed the handle of her suitcase and pulled it behind him as he led the way to his car. Once he pulled out of the parking lot, he headed to a mom-and-pop restaurant to pick up the order he’d placed while waiting on his mom before going to his apartment.

While his mother put the food on the table, he took her suitcase to his guest bedroom and placed it by the closet. When he returned to the kitchen, she was grabbing drinks from the refrigerator.

“I brought back some souvenirs for you,” Lawrence stated when they were seated.

His mother smiled. “Thank you. I’m glad you all had fun and got to relax.” She paused briefly. “Do I get to meet this boyfriend of yours while I’m in town?”

“Yes. He wants to take us to dinner on Saturday.”

“Show me a picture since you said it was weird to text me one.”

It would have been, and he stood by that. He pulled out his phone and went to his gallery, clicking on one of the pictures they’d taken on vacation. He then gave the phone to his mom.

“I see why you’re always telling me you’ve just finished spending time with him or you’re on your way to when I talk to you. He’s handsome, and the two of you look good together.”

She put the phone on the table, and they continued to eat, catching up on what had gone on over the last week in their lives and making plans for the four days his mother would be there. He wasn’t surprised when she told him she planned to go to the spa with Alijah, Chayse, and Erin on Sunday afternoon.

When they finished eating, Lawrence threw their trash away while his mom went into the living room to find something for them to watch. It was almost eight in the evening, and they had no other plans. He knew his mother would be ready for bed by ten-thirty. She was a creature of habit, and Lawrence would turn in for the night after she did. It was Wednesday evening, and he still had to work in the morning.

“Tell me more about Remy.”

Lawrence sat beside her on the couch. “What do you want to know?”

“You said he’s Haitian. How long has he lived in the States?”

“Eighteen years. He went to college here and decided to stay.”

“So, he’s thirty…”

“Six,” Lawrence supplied.

His mother smirked at him. “I see I passed down my love for older men.”

He shook his head with a laugh. His father was only three years older than his mother, but every man she’d dated after they separated was at least eight years older than she was. As he thought back over his dating history, she wasn’t wrong. He’d never dated someone younger than him. Most of his partners were a few years older than him. The seven-year age difference between him and Remy was the biggest gap.

“Trust me, I’m well aware of the appeal of older men. There’s something about them that is just better.”

“I agree with you. Maybe it’s maturity.”

“Mm. I’ve known some old immature men,” his mother stated. “But when you find one that’s mature, he can be silent, his presence still commands attention, and he treats you right. You’ve hit the jackpot.”

“Triple check,” Lawrence stated.

“I think Remy may have a little extra. I still chuckle when I think about the fear you said was on that scumbag’s face when he threatened to take over his company.”

Lawrence laughed. “It was priceless.” And a turn-on, but he didn’t think his mom needed to know that. His phone rang, and he looked at the screen to find Remy calling. He excused himself and went down the hall to his bedroom.

“Hey, babe.”

“Hey, baby,” Remy responded. “Did you get your mom all settled?”