Page 41 of Property of Stone
She covered the pot with a glass lid and turned. “At the playground with my mother. She’ll drop him off in time for dinner. And please don’t call him that in front of him.”
Instead of agreeing, he asked, “She good with you movin’ in with me?”
“I didn’t move in with you, I…” She sighed. “I haven’t actually told her yet. I planned on letting her know when she drops him off.”
“She gonna freak?”
“Possibly. So, can you be on your best behavior?”
He ignored that, too. “Whataya makin’?”
Whatever it was smelled damn good. His stomach growled just getting a whiff of it.
A frown etched her face. “Million Dollar Pasta.”
“Oh, thought you were jerkin’ Sunny’s chain.”
“No, it’s a real dish. I’m keeping the meal simple tonight since I’m tired from unpacking. Since it’s a dish Wren loves and it’s easy to throw together in the crockpot, I hoped Sunny might like it, too.”
“When she ain’t bein’ a brat, she ain’t a picky eater.”
“Are you?”
“A brat? Sometimes. Picky? Nope. Like pussy, long as it ain’t rotten or moldy, gonna eat it.”
Taryn’s cheeks expanded like a chipmunk before herbreath exploded from her. “Those are the types of comments you need to refrain from when my mother is here. Please.”
His chin jerked back. “What was wrong with it?”
“If you don’t know, then…” Taryn shook her head.
“Got it. Be on my best behavior when Momma Bird’s momma is here.”
Taryn groaned and a look of defeat filled her face.
Shit.He needed to do better. He needed someone to help with Sunny and doing stupid shit could scare Taryn away.
Problem was, he was being himself. He wasn’t going to change his ways simply to appease her.
Fuck.Maybe he’d try for Sunny’s sake.
He wasn’t making any promises, though.
Chapter Eight
When her mother’stext stated she’d arrive in the next few minutes, Taryn checked dinner one more time before heading outside to meet her.
She wanted to make sure her mother’s initial shock of seeing her temporary home—and who she’d be sharing it with—didn’t cause her to lock her car doors and speed away with Taryn’s son in tow. All in the name of Wren’s best interest.
On the outside, the situation might not seem ideal.
On the inside…shit.She had no idea how the situation would play out. Not yet, anyway. She’d only finished moving in this afternoon and hadn’t even spent one night under Stone’s roof yet.
Time would tell.
In the meantime, she had to make sure everything appeared hunky dory to her mother.
For Wren’s sake.
