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Yvetta’s face broke into a smile, glad that her son had redeemed himself in some way at least.
“Yes, without fail, and when my ex-partner decided he didn’t want the money and that he could provide for Frankie, Sam carried on putting the money into an account for him. He actually gave me a pretty big check last week.”
Yvetta’s eyes widened. “Really?”
“Yes, huge in fact.”
She raised her glass to me and smiled. “And nothing that you don’t deserve. You’ve done a brilliant job with my grandson, Maisie. He’s a wonderful boy and I can’t thank you enough for giving my son another chance.”
The way she looked at me, with emotion in her eyes, I knew she was thinking things that weren’t actually happening and I didn’t want her to get her hopes up.
“No, Yvetta, this is all about Frankie and Sam. I’m just happy Frankie finally has his dad around.”
Yvetta gave me a knowing smile which made me frown.
“Has Sam said something?”
Amy spluttered and almost spat out her wine. “As if he needs to say anything,” she said, wiping the wetness from her chin. “You’ve only got to see the way he looks at you to know he cares about you – a lot.”
I shook my head. “No, it’s not like that. It really isn’t.”
“I think Amy is right,” Yvetta sighed. “I think he most definitely has feelings for you, and they’re probably deeper than you think.”
My stomach flipped at the thought of me and Sam, and of us becoming more than two people who’d had sex a couple of times. Of course I liked him, he was sexy, good looking, had an amazing body, and his tattoos just added to the plethora of good things I could say about him, but despite the fact that I’d accepted him not wanting to be involved in Frankie’s life, my heart still hurt on behalf of my baby boy. Frankie had my dad, but he’d craved a father figure and unfortunately Josh hadn’t been the man to give that to him. I had to hope Sam stepped up now and gave Frankie everything he needed, but as for me, well I had to trust him with Frankie’s heart before I could trust him with mine.
“We’re just friends, Yvetta.”
Amy snorted and Yvetta slapped at her arm.
“Stop teasing her and stop snorting, you sound like a pig.”
“Sorry,” Amy laughed. “But if she thinks they’re just friends then I’m standing for Prime Minister in the next General Election.”
“Well you couldn’t do much worse love.” Yvetta grinned and then took my hand and squeezed it. “You take things at your pace, sweetheart, but remember this conversation when you realise you and Sam are meant to be together.”
I shook my head wondering how on earth she’d come to that conclusion after just one meeting – but then I noticed it was our second bottle of wine and realised that alcohol probably had a lot to do with it.
We continued chatting for a few more minutes until Yvetta told us she needed to make a call about a march she was due to go on in a few days, leaving Amy and I at the table. As soon as she’d disappeared from the room, Amy pulled her chair closer to mine.
“So,” she whispered. “You can tell me now what’s really going on with you and Sam.”
“Nothing,” I replied, shaking my head. “Honestly.”
“Ooh you little liar. I know for a fact that something has happened.”
“How? Has he said something?” I flopped back in my chair, throwing a glance toward the patio on the other side of the doors, where Sam, his dad, and Elijah were sitting.
Amy began to laugh. “No, but you just have.”
“No I didn’t.” I could tell my face was red because of the heat blazing from my cheeks.
“Oh you did,” she said swigging back some more wine. “You’re a rubbish liar.”
I opened my mouth to deny it, but her grin told me she wouldn’t believe me if I did.
“We had sex,” I whispered. “Twice.”
Amy slapped the table. “I knew it. He’s been acting strange all week.”
