Just the thought of it made Phyllis’ stomach start to churn again.
“You need me to pull over?” Cassie asked, her quick gaze filled with sympathy as she noticed Phyllis sliding down in her seat, head in her hands.
“Not yet,” Phyllis said, trying to concentrate on cool breezes and sheets and showers and anything else that was cool and nonedible. “I don’t know what’s the matter with me today. It hasn’t been nearly as bad as this…until today.”
“It happens like that sometimes,” Cassie said, a pregnancy pro now that she was all the way into her sixth month. “The good news is it can go as quickly as it comes.”
“Thank God for that.”
“So, you still coming over for Thanksgiving?”
“Of course.” Phyllis smiled. Hard to believe the holiday was only five days away. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” Cassie, Tory, their families. It was what life was all about.
“I called you a couple of times yesterday,” Cassie said as she maneuvered her Taurus slowly up the hill.
“I was gone.”
“For hours.”
“You checking up on me, Mom?”
“Maybe.”
“Matt and I went to Tortilla Flat for lunch.”
“Oh?”
“It wasn’t like that.” Phyllis eyed her black leather boots, deciding they complemented the beige hip-huggers she was wearing with her leopard blouse and black leather vest. She might not be wearing the slacks or top for long, but the boots would still fit in a couple of months, wouldn’t they?
“How was it, then?” Cassie asked. If she’d been trying for casual, she failed.
“He just thought we should get together once, share medical information, stuff like that.”
“Did he tell you anything about his family? About his life before Shelter Valley?”
“A little.”
“And?”
“I don’t think he’s the cold fish you think he is, Cass,” Phyllis said, sitting up. “He had a rough time growing up, and I’m pretty sure there’s been some serious stuff since then, but he’s a good man. Fair. Conscientious.”
Cassie pulled into the Parsons’s circular drive, parking the car behind three others already there.
“I’m not telling them today,” Phyllis said, looking at the beautiful home that belonged to her very first friends in Shelter Valley. “I’m still early in my term—I need a little more time.”
Cassie’s expression relaxed as she nodded. “About Matt Sheffield, you’re going to be okay, aren’t you?” she asked softly.
“You mean I’m not going to do something stupid like fall for him?”
“Okay, maybe.”
“Don’t worry,” Phyllis said, her stomach heaving again. “There’s no chance of that at all.”
“I’d just hate to see you get hurt.”
“I know,” Phyllis said, squeezing Cassie’s hand. “I don’t intend to.”
Phyllis knew that not every woman was meant to share her life with a man. She was one of those women. She could handle relationships with men as friends, but that was it.