than she
remembered. It sent a pleasant shiver racing down her spine.
She gave
him a beaming smile. “She must be so proud of you. And I’m sure she’s thrilled
to see you.”
He gave her
a brilliant smile that made her heart beat just the tiniest bit faster. “It’s
good to be home,” he admitted. “Good to see old friends.” He reached out and
grasped Adam’s shoulder, squeezing softly before letting go. Adam’s giant
grin told her that the sentiment was shared.
“Adam,” a
small, insistent voice called from near the house, interrupting them.
“ADAM!” Pause. “ Aaaadddaaaaammmmmm !”
She heard
her son give a heavy sigh. “That’s Emily. I promised I’d help her make a snack
when we got home.” He frowned and glanced hopefully at her, but Ami shook her
head ever so slightly. Emily would just pester her until she sent in Adam,
and they both knew it. Her son rolled his eyes slightly in acknowledgment
and sighed again. “I have to go help the pipsqueak for a bit. Uhh …” He glanced back and forth between Clay and the house,
uncertain.
Clay saved
him the trouble of having to worry about what to do. “I’ll hang out here by the
pool with your mom, if that’s cool with her. Would be nice to
catch up for a bit.”
She gave
him a pleasant smile. “Of course. You can tell me all
about school.” She gestured to one of the chairs next to her.
“Cool,”
Adam replied with a nod, clearly relieved that Clay wasn’t ready to leave just
yet. “I’ll bring us back something cold to drink when I return. Beer?”
“Sounds good.”
Adam
paused, looking sheepish and gave her a hopeful glance. “Is that ok?”
She sighed.
“One,” she replied, knowing he would understand. “No more than that.” He was
below the legal age for drinking, but he had recently turned 18, and in her
mind, if he was old enough to vote or give his life in service to his country,
he was old enough to know whether or not he could handle a beer or so now and
again. She was still his mom though, and had to pretend to be the bad
guy, at least a little. “And bring one back for me while you’re at it,” she
added as an afterthought.
Adam
smiled, rolled his eyes and said, “I’ll be back as soon as I can.”
Clay waved
in return and settled into the chair opposite her, staring blatantly at her.
Even though the afternoon was quite bright, he had his sunglasses perched on
top of his golden brown locks, allowing her to see his brilliant green eyes
staring at her, taking in every inch of her frame. He gave her a cocky,
yet endearing smile when their eyes met. “You’re looking damn good, Mrs. K,
smoking even.”
She
chuckled in return, pleased at the compliment. She had worked hard over
the years to keep in good shape, and although she was a little rounder, a
little curvier than she had been in her younger days, she thought the softness
of her angles gave her a sexier look. The young man sitting in front of
her now certainly seemed to be enjoying what he was seeing. “You aren’t
too shabby yourself, Clay. You’ve filled out well.”
His smile
broadened. “Been working out,” he bragged. “You like.”
She nodded.
“You must get attention from lots of the girls in your university.”
It was his
turn to chuckle. “I turn my share of heads,” he replied flippantly, “but most
of them are a little too young for me. I’m more into older women.”
“Older
women, huh?” she asked, somewhat amused by the unexpected direction the
conversation had taken.
“Yes,
Ma’am,” he said in a fake southern accent, something she found amusing and
sexy. “And if I can say, you are one of the hottest older women I’ve ever laid
eyes upon.” He licked his lips in appreciation and did another sweep of her
form from top to bottom.
She almost
laughed but kept it locked up tight for fear of insulting him, which was not
her intent. She was just amused by the fact that standing before her, flirting
in the
remembered. It sent a pleasant shiver racing down her spine.
She gave
him a beaming smile. “She must be so proud of you. And I’m sure she’s thrilled
to see you.”
He gave her
a brilliant smile that made her heart beat just the tiniest bit faster. “It’s
good to be home,” he admitted. “Good to see old friends.” He reached out and
grasped Adam’s shoulder, squeezing softly before letting go. Adam’s giant
grin told her that the sentiment was shared.
“Adam,” a
small, insistent voice called from near the house, interrupting them.
“ADAM!” Pause. “ Aaaadddaaaaammmmmm !”
She heard
her son give a heavy sigh. “That’s Emily. I promised I’d help her make a snack
when we got home.” He frowned and glanced hopefully at her, but Ami shook her
head ever so slightly. Emily would just pester her until she sent in Adam,
and they both knew it. Her son rolled his eyes slightly in acknowledgment
and sighed again. “I have to go help the pipsqueak for a bit. Uhh …” He glanced back and forth between Clay and the house,
uncertain.
Clay saved
him the trouble of having to worry about what to do. “I’ll hang out here by the
pool with your mom, if that’s cool with her. Would be nice to
catch up for a bit.”
She gave
him a pleasant smile. “Of course. You can tell me all
about school.” She gestured to one of the chairs next to her.
“Cool,”
Adam replied with a nod, clearly relieved that Clay wasn’t ready to leave just
yet. “I’ll bring us back something cold to drink when I return. Beer?”
“Sounds good.”
Adam
paused, looking sheepish and gave her a hopeful glance. “Is that ok?”
She sighed.
“One,” she replied, knowing he would understand. “No more than that.” He was
below the legal age for drinking, but he had recently turned 18, and in her
mind, if he was old enough to vote or give his life in service to his country,
he was old enough to know whether or not he could handle a beer or so now and
again. She was still his mom though, and had to pretend to be the bad
guy, at least a little. “And bring one back for me while you’re at it,” she
added as an afterthought.
Adam
smiled, rolled his eyes and said, “I’ll be back as soon as I can.”
Clay waved
in return and settled into the chair opposite her, staring blatantly at her.
Even though the afternoon was quite bright, he had his sunglasses perched on
top of his golden brown locks, allowing her to see his brilliant green eyes
staring at her, taking in every inch of her frame. He gave her a cocky,
yet endearing smile when their eyes met. “You’re looking damn good, Mrs. K,
smoking even.”
She
chuckled in return, pleased at the compliment. She had worked hard over
the years to keep in good shape, and although she was a little rounder, a
little curvier than she had been in her younger days, she thought the softness
of her angles gave her a sexier look. The young man sitting in front of
her now certainly seemed to be enjoying what he was seeing. “You aren’t
too shabby yourself, Clay. You’ve filled out well.”
His smile
broadened. “Been working out,” he bragged. “You like.”
She nodded.
“You must get attention from lots of the girls in your university.”
It was his
turn to chuckle. “I turn my share of heads,” he replied flippantly, “but most
of them are a little too young for me. I’m more into older women.”
“Older
women, huh?” she asked, somewhat amused by the unexpected direction the
conversation had taken.
“Yes,
Ma’am,” he said in a fake southern accent, something she found amusing and
sexy. “And if I can say, you are one of the hottest older women I’ve ever laid
eyes upon.” He licked his lips in appreciation and did another sweep of her
form from top to bottom.
She almost
laughed but kept it locked up tight for fear of insulting him, which was not
her intent. She was just amused by the fact that standing before her, flirting
in the
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