“You’d do all that for this woman?”
“It’s my fault she’s in this mess. She’s had enough heartbreak losing her mother. I won’t be responsible for her losing her child. So yes, I’ll do whatever it takes.”
He waited for her to throw his traveller lifestyle in his face, to remind him of all the reasons why this was insanity and wouldn’t work.
“Well then, we’ll do whatever we can to help. Tell me what you need.”
Flynn loosed a breath, and with it a tension he hadn’t been aware of holding. “Help thinking up six non-family references, to start. According to the paperwork, each of them will be asked to provide someone as a reference, as well.”
They debated for near to an hour, but by the end, he had his list of prospective references and their contact information.
“Thanks, Ma.”
“You’re a good boy, Flynn, with a good heart. I hope this Pru knows what she has in you.”
“I do.”
Flynn turned to see Pru in the doorway behind him. He waved her in.
“Is that her, then?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Well and it’s good to meet you, dear. I’m Moira Bohannon.”
Pru slipped an arm around his shoulders. “And I’m very, very lucky you raised such a fine man.”
“Son, I like this one. You should keep her.”
Flynn chuckled. “I love you, Ma.”
“I love you, too. And don’t worry. Everyone in the village will hear the news by nightfall. I’ll make your father take me down to the pub for supper.”
“That’ll do it for sure. Goodnight. And thanks.”
“We’ll talk again soon. Skype next time. I want to see your face.”
Flynn ended the call and drew Pru close, enjoying the way she wrapped around him. “That’s my side down. Now there’s just Kennedy and Xander.”
“And everyone else in town.”
He tipped his head back to look at her. “You worried?”
“Less than I was. It’s starting to feel like maybe we’ll pull this off.” She brushed her lips over his.
“Athena get off okay?”
“Yeah. She’s going to call Maggie tonight, I expect to be hearing from her later. I’ve got a full day of clients starting in an hour, and we’ve got three new check-ins coming this afternoon.”
“I’ll take care of them.”
Pru smiled. “I know. Thanks.”
Her easy acquiescence felt like a major victory.
“Why don’t you pencil yourself in later tonight, after that phone call from your sister? I’ll give you a massage.”
“You really do have the best ideas.”