I swing the door closed and turn to Haley. “Good luck with that today.”
“I’m kind of on her side,” Haley teases, climbing in the front seat of her car. She talks to Mia as they get buckled in and then backs down the driveway.
I stand there for a long time once they’re out of sight. I’ve wondered if a day would come where Mia misses having a woman in her life besides Haley. So far, I’ve been able to be all the things. But is that time almost up?
My eyes squeeze closed. Immediately, images of Neely pulling Mia’s hair into a ponytail at Dad’s stream through my mind. It was one of the purest, sweetest things I’ve ever seen. They get along so naturally with their spunk and gymnastics and hearts of gold.
Blowing out a breath, I open my eyes. My boots scrape over the gravel as I turn to go back to work. On my way up the hill, I make a deal with myself: if I can ever find a woman as perfect for Mia and me as Neely, I’ll scoop her up in a second. Because despite everything my heart is telling me to do, I don’t have a choice with Neely. I have to let her go.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
NEELY
Mr. Rambis is coming over to fix the ice maker, right?” I take a sip of coffee.
“He said he’ll be over this morning. He’s an early riser, so I expect he’ll be by relatively soon.” She fills a thermos with decaf and adds a splash of milk. “I just didn’t want you to be spooked if you walk in here and see him.”
“Um, good call. Seeing a man in my mom’s kitchen would be rather shocking.”
She throws her purse over her shoulder and then stops in her tracks. “It doesn’t bother you, does it?”
“What? Mr. Rambis?”
“Yes. Does it bother you that he comes by and that I spend time with him?”
Putting my cup down, I lean against the counter. “You’re a grown woman, Mom. I’m fairly certain you can make your own decisions about who you spend time with.”
“I haven’t spent time with someone in a really long time. I keep thinking I’m missing something or wondering if I’m being objective.”
“I don’t think liking someone has anything to do with objectivity. You don’t want a guy who just checks the objective boxes. You want someone who makes you feel good.”
Her shoulders sag like a weight has been removed. “I enjoy spending time with him. So that’s good.”
“Super good. It’ll not be so super good if you’re late,” I say, nodding toward the clock on the oven.
“Oh, crap. You’re right. I gotta go.” She heads for the door. “See you this evening.”
“Bye, Mom.”
The door shuts and everything goes quiet. I wait for a siren to wail or someone to shout outside, but nothing happens. I smile.
After grabbing my coffee, I mosey down the hallway. My computer is on my bed, and I lift the lid and settle in front of it. One email from Archon Sports shines above all else.
I click it.
Dear Ms. Kimber,
Thank you for your reply.
I have scheduled you for a call this afternoon at one o’clock Eastern. I’ll call the number on your résumé.
Looking forward to meeting you,
James Snow
Managing Editor, Archon Sports
“Ah,” I say, falling back into the pillows. It takes a second to catch my breath. I didn’t expect the interview to happen so quickly; I thought I’d have more time to prepare.
I go over the job description and realize it’s about two levels below what I did for years. It should be a fairly simple, routine interview about things I could talk about in my sleep. And if it works out, I could be in New York in a couple of days, working.
Springing to my feet, I gather my things to get a shower. For the first time since I got here, it feels like I have something to do. That there’s a point to waking up and going on about my day.
Heading into the hallway, I let out a shriek. “Mr. Rambis. You scared the crap out of me.”
“I’m sorry,” he says, rubbing a hand over the top of his dark hair. “I thought your mom told you I was coming by.”
“She did. I just forgot.” I toss my things in the bathroom and then head to the kitchen. “How are things going?”
“I think this water line is clogged,” he says, shining a flashlight behind the refrigerator. “Other than that, pretty good.” The light flickers off. “How are things with you?”
“I just got an interview, so I’m pretty happy today,” I say.
“Here? In town? Or in New York?”
“New York.”
He nods. “Congratulations, Neely. That’s great.”
“Thanks.” I pick up the paper plate from Mom’s toast this morning and toss it in the garbage. As the trash hits the bottom of the can, my spirits seem to sink a little with it. “Can I ask you something?”