about her mom and needing privacy with a man. Ugh.
Shutting off her computer and snatching up her purse, Kaylie determinedly pushed that thought out of her head and followed Rodney out the back door.
Once home she found her mom swaying her hips to the beat of a seventies song that blared out of the living room stereo. Grinning at the sight, Kaylie started cheering her mom on. Far from embarrassed, Ruth did a deliberate bump and grind move that had them both laughing.
“I think I might actually be on time,” Ruth stated, her face flushed from the heat in the kitchen and the impromptu dance. “Are you sure you don’t want to go with us to deliver the pies to the hospital?”
Kaylie dropped her purse on one kitchen chair—as the table and counters were full of pies, bowls, utensils and various ingredients—and slid into another. “I’ll pass thanks. I sort of have plans.”
Her mom paused in covering one of the pies with plastic wrap and glanced at Kaylie. “That sounds like you either don’t want to have these plans, or you really do. Which is it?”
Kaylie rubbed her ear in an unconscious fidget. “I really do.”
“And the plans would be?”
“I’m going out on a date with Dean.”
Ruth straightened and turned to face her daughter slowly. “As in the hot, young mayor and Alpha extraordinaire?”
Kaylie felt her cheeks redden and she sifted her eyes away. “That would be the one.”
“Well.” Ruth paused. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”
With her hands clasped tightly together on her lap Kaylie answered. “It was a recent development. Yesterday actually.”
“So my youngest has an actual date. You have no idea how thrilled I am to hear that. But, Dean, really? Not that I disapprove at all, it’s just, you’ve had a thing for him for a long time and I would hate to see your heart broken.”
“Geez Mom, it’s only a date.”
Ruth turned back as the oven timer went off and replaced cooked pies with another four that needed to be baked. “And what will you be wearing on this date?”
Kaylie looked down at her jeans, and while fine for a friend date, she suddenly wanted to look attractive to Dean, and a bit more feminine. “Damn. I mean darn. Didn’t even think about that.”
“You have that nice green dress you wore at Christmas.”
Kaylie rolled her eyes. “Yes, and it has little reindeer in the velvet print. I don’t think so.”
“I forgot about that. What about that skirt outfit you have, the black one?”
Kaylie wedged her elbows on the table between plastic covered, metal pie tins and rested her chin on her hands. “Too business-like. I do have a jean skirt.”
Ruth sent a small frown Kaylie’s way. “Which would be fine for a daytime date.”
Mildly frustrated, Kaylie said, “Mom, we’re not getting married.” And where did that little twinge of regret come from? “It’s just a date.”
“ Au contraire , my darling girl. It’s just the beginning. I know, I’ll call Tess. If she doesn’t have anything that fits you she can at least come by and put something together from your closet.”
Kaylie groaned and snapped her eyes shut. “Then she’ll want to put a bunch of make-up on me.”
“You said it, Kaylie, it’s a date. A night date. Make-up is a must.”
“I knew I should have kept my mouth shut,” Kaylie muttered.
“When did you say he’ll be by?’
“Seven.”
“Goodness. That doesn’t leave much time.”
“Its nearly two hours away!”
“Hmm. Except I still need your help filling these last pies. I need to call Tess and tell her what’s going on. She needs time to look through her closet and get over here …”
Luckily the phone rang, interrupting her mom’s verbal planning. Ruth plucked it from the handset. “Hello?”
While her mom chatted, Kaylie began to transfer the cooled pies from the table into the laundry room where a huge refrigerator sat, bursting with finished pies. She purposely avoided thinking about her date
Shutting off her computer and snatching up her purse, Kaylie determinedly pushed that thought out of her head and followed Rodney out the back door.
Once home she found her mom swaying her hips to the beat of a seventies song that blared out of the living room stereo. Grinning at the sight, Kaylie started cheering her mom on. Far from embarrassed, Ruth did a deliberate bump and grind move that had them both laughing.
“I think I might actually be on time,” Ruth stated, her face flushed from the heat in the kitchen and the impromptu dance. “Are you sure you don’t want to go with us to deliver the pies to the hospital?”
Kaylie dropped her purse on one kitchen chair—as the table and counters were full of pies, bowls, utensils and various ingredients—and slid into another. “I’ll pass thanks. I sort of have plans.”
Her mom paused in covering one of the pies with plastic wrap and glanced at Kaylie. “That sounds like you either don’t want to have these plans, or you really do. Which is it?”
Kaylie rubbed her ear in an unconscious fidget. “I really do.”
“And the plans would be?”
“I’m going out on a date with Dean.”
Ruth straightened and turned to face her daughter slowly. “As in the hot, young mayor and Alpha extraordinaire?”
Kaylie felt her cheeks redden and she sifted her eyes away. “That would be the one.”
“Well.” Ruth paused. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”
With her hands clasped tightly together on her lap Kaylie answered. “It was a recent development. Yesterday actually.”
“So my youngest has an actual date. You have no idea how thrilled I am to hear that. But, Dean, really? Not that I disapprove at all, it’s just, you’ve had a thing for him for a long time and I would hate to see your heart broken.”
“Geez Mom, it’s only a date.”
Ruth turned back as the oven timer went off and replaced cooked pies with another four that needed to be baked. “And what will you be wearing on this date?”
Kaylie looked down at her jeans, and while fine for a friend date, she suddenly wanted to look attractive to Dean, and a bit more feminine. “Damn. I mean darn. Didn’t even think about that.”
“You have that nice green dress you wore at Christmas.”
Kaylie rolled her eyes. “Yes, and it has little reindeer in the velvet print. I don’t think so.”
“I forgot about that. What about that skirt outfit you have, the black one?”
Kaylie wedged her elbows on the table between plastic covered, metal pie tins and rested her chin on her hands. “Too business-like. I do have a jean skirt.”
Ruth sent a small frown Kaylie’s way. “Which would be fine for a daytime date.”
Mildly frustrated, Kaylie said, “Mom, we’re not getting married.” And where did that little twinge of regret come from? “It’s just a date.”
“ Au contraire , my darling girl. It’s just the beginning. I know, I’ll call Tess. If she doesn’t have anything that fits you she can at least come by and put something together from your closet.”
Kaylie groaned and snapped her eyes shut. “Then she’ll want to put a bunch of make-up on me.”
“You said it, Kaylie, it’s a date. A night date. Make-up is a must.”
“I knew I should have kept my mouth shut,” Kaylie muttered.
“When did you say he’ll be by?’
“Seven.”
“Goodness. That doesn’t leave much time.”
“Its nearly two hours away!”
“Hmm. Except I still need your help filling these last pies. I need to call Tess and tell her what’s going on. She needs time to look through her closet and get over here …”
Luckily the phone rang, interrupting her mom’s verbal planning. Ruth plucked it from the handset. “Hello?”
While her mom chatted, Kaylie began to transfer the cooled pies from the table into the laundry room where a huge refrigerator sat, bursting with finished pies. She purposely avoided thinking about her date
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