“I’m not trying to replace your father. I just want . . . a friend.” She rubbed a hand over her face. “And I want you to accept that.”
Ean let his arms drop. “How can I do that?” His throat burned at the sadness in his mother’s eyes, but he wasn’t ready to accept her new relationship.
“Have dinner with us tonight.” Doreen spun on the heels of her white-pink-and-blue cross-training gym shoes. She strode from the kitchen.
His mother sounded impatient. What did she have to be upset about? He was the one stuck in some bizzaro version of his life. He’d thought his mother was a stay-at-home widow. Instead, she had a new man and a full-time job.
Even her appearance had changed. She’d cut her hair. Her wardrobe seemed filled with brighter colors and more modern styles. He hardly recognized her. Was Coach George the cause of all of these changes? Resentment knotted his stomach muscles.
Ean followed her. “I was worried about your being alone. With Dad gone, I thought you’d be at loose ends.”
Doreen looked as confused as Ean felt. “I wasn’t.” She collected her purple shoulder bag from the dining room’s corner table, then continued toward the coat closet in the front hallway.
“I came home to keep you company.”
She gave him a startled look over her shoulder. “I never asked you to.”
Ean crossed his arms over his chest. “I’m your son. You don’t have to ask me.”
“But it’s been almost a year.” She pulled her cream-colored wool coat from the closet. “Ean, you needed to come home for you, not for me. And that’s fine. This is your home.”
Really? It doesn’t feel that way anymore. “I don’t like it that you’re working.” He sighed. “Or dating.”
Doreen shrugged into her coat. “I can tell. But I’ve earned the right to make my own decisions.”
“Am I supposed to stand aside even if I think you’re making a mistake, several of them?”
Doreen settled the strap of her bag on her shoulder. “Over the years, I haven’t agreed with all of your choices, either. I didn’t think you should have accepted the job with the law firm in New York, but I knew it was what you wanted.”
“But I—”
“And it may surprise you to know that Ramona isn’t my first choice for you or my second. Or my tenth. But I respected your right to make your own decision. Are you going to deny me the same respect?”
Ean dragged a hand over his hair. “My situation was different. Your grief over losing Dad could be affecting your decision making.”
There was concern in Doreen’s eyes as she searched Ean’s features. “Has your grief affected your decision making?”
“No.”
“Neither has mine.”
“But you were his wife.”
Doreen sighed. Her gaze dropped to the tiled floor. “And we were together for more than forty years. Still, I considered my options before I made my decisions. These aren’t whims. They’re choices. Mine.”
Ean had run out of arguments. He was at a loss. “All right, Mom. I’ll respect that.”
Doreen stepped forward, cupped the right side of Ean’s face with one hand and kissed his left cheek. “You don’t have a choice. Have a nice day.?
?? With those words, she left for work.
Ean stared at the closed front door. This homecoming wasn’t going at all the way he’d imagined. Had he made a mistake coming back to Trinity Falls?
Megan looked up from her grandparents’ headstones Thursday afternoon. In the distance, a couple of rows away, she saw a solitary mourner standing with his head bowed before a grave site. Ean.
He was so still. Megan hesitated. She didn’t want to intrude on his private time, but she sensed his thoughts were troubled. She lowered her gaze to her grandparents’ headstones again and silently said good-bye.
She wanted to leave. She actually started to leave. But her steps drew her closer to Ean. “Would you rather be alone?”