It Started at Christmas...
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He would like to be with her. He should be with her. Instead, he’d sat through the last meeting before the Valentine’s Day dance. They had everything under control and the event should be a great fund-raiser.
But where was McKenzie?
He was just getting ready to pull
out of her driveway when her car came down the street and turned in.
“What are you doing here?” she asked, getting out of her car. “It’s almost ten.”
Yeah, he should have gone home. He didn’t have to tell her tonight. Nothing would have been lost by her not finding out about the man until the next morning.
“I was worried about you.”
“I’m fine.”
“I’ll go, then. I was just concerned when you didn’t answer your phone.”
“Sorry. I had my ringer turned off. I was at my mother’s.”
Her mother that he’d not met yet.
“She’s getting married.”
“Married?”
“Seems after all this time she’s met the man of her dreams.”
“You don’t sound very happy about it.”
She shrugged. “He’s growing on me.”
“Someone I know?”
“Unlikely. He just opened up the new health-food store on the square.”
“Yves St. Claire?”
Her brows veed. “That’s him. You know him?”
“I met him a few days after he opened the store. Great place he has there. Seems like a nice enough fellow.”
“And?”
“And what?”
“Doesn’t he seem too young for my mother?”
“I’ve never met your mother so I wouldn’t know, but age is just a number.”
“That’s what she said.”
“If I were younger than you, would it matter, McKenzie?”
“For our intents and purposes, I suppose that depends on how much younger. I don’t mess with jailbait.”
He laughed, leaned back against his car. “Glad I have a few years on you, then.”
“Do you want to come inside?”