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Brett looked at Amy and winked. “Not as much as I should be.”
Amy felt her face flush with warmth. She hoped to God Brett didn’t tell his mother about them. Not yet anyway. Amy was still adjusting to the idea, and she wanted to keep Brett – and their new relationship – all to herself for a little bit longer.
“You shouldn’t be alone, Brett. Please, come home. You can stay with me and your father for a few days. Your brother is still here, too.”
“Mom.” He laughed. “I’m not alone.”
“You’re not? Well...who’re you with?” Ginny paused for a brief moment, and then added, “Oh, Brett, please don’t tell me you met someone.”
He laughed again. “Relax, Mom, I’m here with Amy.”
“Amy? What...how...? You put her on the phone right now.”
“Okay, hold on.” Brett turned the speaker off and held the phone behind his back.
Then he captured Amy’s lips in a kiss that took her momentarily by surprise. She closed her eyes and leaned into him, savoring the taste of his tongue probing her mouth, of his soft lips working against hers.
He broke the kiss and whispered, “Don’t tell her about us, okay?”
“Yeah, okay.” She knew why she didn’t want to tell Ginny, but why didn’t Brett want her to know? He handed her the phone and she took it. “Hello, Mrs. Hudson.” Amy hopped down off the counter and walked into the living room.
“Oh, Amy, dear, I’m so glad to hear you’re with Brett. Tell me, how’s he doing? Honestly.”
Amy turned to look at Brett, who was leaning against the counter and smiling at her. “He’s doing just fine, Mrs. Hudson, I promise. I’m taking good care of him.”
“You have no idea how happy I am to hear that. Whatever you do, do not let him go back to that horrid woman.”
Amy laughed. “I don’t think that’s going to be a problem.”
“Good. When you get back, Dean and I want to have you over for dinner.”
“Sounds like a plan.” She glanced at Brett. He had a look on his face that said, “What are you getting me into?” Amy waved her fingers at him and then turned her back on him.
“Okay, you two take care and have fun. Be sure my son calls me tomorrow.”
“I will.” Amy hung up, then handed the phone back to Brett.
“So? What did she say?”
“That I was to take care of you, make sure you don’t go back to that horrid woman, and that I had to come over for dinner when we got back.”
Brett laughed. He took the phone from her hand and pulled her into his arms. “I have to agree with my mom’s orders this time.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah.” He closed the short distance between them and slanted his lips over hers, kissing her with a soft determination. “At least I don’t have to worry about my parents liking you.”
Amy laughed. “You really are such a dork.”
“Okay, well this dork is going to go get us some food. What do you want?”
“Surprise me.”
He winked. “You got it.”
He headed toward the door and then stopped. Turning around and walking back to her, he slid his hand over her cheek and into her hair.
Brett kissed the top of her head and said, “I’m so sorry, Amy.”
