I Love How You Love Me

“Dylan, sweetie,” his mother said, a smile in her voice, “I’m so glad you picked up.”

“For you, always. That was some Friday night dinner, wasn’t it?”

His mother gave a happy sigh. “It was just wonderful. Beyond wonderful.” He could tell that she was tearing up even now. “Can you believe how sneaky your brother and sister are, cooking up a surprise wedding between them?”

“Sure can. In fact, one time they—” Dylan reconsidered spilling the beans at the last second. “Actually, never mind. It was twenty years ago, but you’re probably still better off not knowing. I wouldn’t want you to have to ground the newlywed. Especially after she and Ian just pulled off the wedding coup of the century.”

When Dylan had called Mia and Ford earlier to congratulate them again, they had been on their way to the airport for an impromptu Hawaiian honeymoon. They’d brought the champagne and roses that he’d sent over for their private plane. Still, for as much as she’d loved the wedding, he knew that wasn’t why his mom was calling.

“I absolutely adored Grace and Mason.”

“I knew you would. Especially when you saw how cute her son was.”

“You five were the cutest babies I’d ever seen, but I have to tell you, Mason slipped right up there into the running last night. He’s so sweet and curious and loves meeting and playing with people. And I also noticed that he was particularly partial to you, with the way he kept climbing up into your arms.”

“We bonded earlier this week when they came by my boathouse. The three of us are heading out tonight to the hands-on aquarium.”

“On a date?” He could hear the hope in her voice.

“Last night was an interview. Tonight we’re going to be friends. I’m trying not to move too fast.” It was one of the hardest things he’d ever done, holding himself back when he wanted Grace so badly…and knew, even before their smoking-hot kiss, that she wanted him just as badly.

“She’s careful,” his mother mused. “Or trying to be, at least. She’s obviously been hurt.”

Knowing he would never forgive himself if he hurt her in any way, he said, “I’ll be careful with her, Mom.”

“I know you will. Although, honestly, I’m not sure that careful is always the right way to go. Take your father and me, for instance. If we’d succeeded at being careful, we would never have taken a chance on each other.”

“You look so innocent for someone who dumped your fiancé to marry his best friend,” he teased.

She made a sound that he could easily interpret as Watch yourself, kid. “In any case,” she said, “I get the sense that Grace has been careful for too long already. She’s obviously a very accomplished and determined woman, given that she has a successful freelance writing career and has done a marvelous job of raising her son by herself. If you ask me, there is a daring woman inside of her just itching to bust out.”

It was just what he’d seen, too, and was the reason he didn’t feel guilty about last night’s kiss. Not only because she’d been the one to start it, but also because it was obvious how much she’d wanted it.

“I remember what it was like to want something so badly that it scared me, Dylan. Scared me enough that I thought pushing your father away was the only thing that made sense.”

He knew his mother was warning him that the route to Grace’s heart might not be a smooth one. But stormy seas had never scared him. “Do you know why Mason and I bonded right away?”

“Why?”

“Because we both have great moms.”

“You’ve always made it easy, honey. Now, your brother Adam, on the other hand…I’ve never seen anyone so immune to falling in love.”

“All the more reason that we’re going to love watching him get twisted up in knots when it finally happens. Got anyone in mind who’d be capable of turning him into a pretzel?”

His mother made a considering sound. “Actually, now that you mention it, I just might. I need to give Rafe and Brooke a quick ring.”

“You’ve got something up your sleeve, haven’t you?”

“Always,” she said with a laugh. “Have a good time with Grace and Mason tonight, sweetie.”

“I will.” He had absolutely no doubt about that. Just as he knew that despite what Grace tried to tell herself about last night’s kiss being their one and only, more kisses were definitely on tonight’s menu.

* * *

Writing had always been easy for Grace. She’d loved her English classes in high school and college and when other students had been moaning about having to write their essays, she’d focused on fine-tuning hers until they sang. Writing for a newspaper had been intense with tight deadlines that had no room for error, but she’d enjoyed rising to—and meeting—those challenges. Once she’d gone freelance and that career path had gone well, too, she’d assumed that it would always be an enjoyable ride from idea to finished story. Writer’s block had been something she hadn’t been able to comprehend, not when the words always flowed and the process of putting them down was such an enjoyable one.

Until she got pregnant.

Of all the publications she’d written for, and all the topics she’d covered, amazingly, pregnancy hadn’t been anywhere on the list. Which meant the brain fog from rapidly shifting hormones during her first trimester hit her from completely out of the blue. It didn’t help, of course, that she’d also been dumped and that her ex’s family had tried to pay her off at the exact same time.