A Mother to Love. Gail Gaymer Martin

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      Rick averted his eyes until a laugh burst from his chest. He gave her a one-shoulder shrug. “Are you telling me you’re not into the nice quiet bird-watcher type?” His words splintered through his chuckle.

      Finally, Rick seemed like the man she knew at the office, and she needed the usual. She’d been thrown by the unexpected emotion that had arisen earlier. “Laugh all you want.” She found the image funny, until the crux of the issue struck her. “Today, to stop her, I sort of lied.”

      “How does one sort of lie?” He gave her a crooked grin.

      “You can’t. I’m not much of a churchgoer, but I know right from wrong, and I feel awful.” She pondered her comment.

      “Explain. Now I’m curious.”

      His expression took the edge off her guilt. “I told her I was seeing someone.”

      “Seeing someone?” His face blanched and confused her. “Are you?”

      She shook her head.

      “Then it’s not a sort-of lie.”

      “But I was seeing someone.” She motioned to the doorway. “I stood right there and looked at you. Get it? I was seeing—”

      “Right.” He blinked before he added a disbelieving grin. “Got it...more than once actually.”

      She gave him a poke. “You know the old saying about web of lies, right?”

      Questions still hung in his eyes.

      “Now my sister wants details. What he looks like, his interests, everything. Next she’ll want to meet him.” Her head spun with her concoction. “I have to tell her what I did.”

      “But now she’ll give you a little peace. No more blind dates.”

      A blast of air shot from her lungs. “You’re right. It was worth the exaggeration. That’s what it was, right? Not a lie.”

      “Whatever you want to call it.” He arched a brow again and took a long swig of his coffee. “I should get going.” He stood. “But don’t forget, Ang. If you need help, I’m willing.” He gave her arm a shake. “I only have Carly on weekends. I hate the limited time with her, but that’s our agreement, and I avoid tension with her mother. It doesn’t help our relationship. For now I’m stuck with short visits.” He tilted his head with a half grin, but she noted sadness beneath it. “Guess that gives you a look into my life.”

      “At least you’ve been married. Not me.” Her comment drew her back to unwanted places. “And you have your little girl. I know you love her more than anything. It shows.”

      He responded with that proud-daddy nod. “You’re right. I cherish her. And you saw how it was when my marriage ended.”

      “Three years ago. That’s how long we worked together.” She thought back. “Or was it more?”

      “Four, I think. You came to the office when Carly was almost one. She’s turned five and goes to kindergarten.”

      “Really?” The years had flown past since they’d first met.

      Rick stepped toward the doorway and waved. “I need to be on my way, but remember what I said.”

      “I will.” She followed him through the living room.

      When she stepped onto the porch behind him, he turned and gave her a hug. “I hope the rest of your unpacking goes well.” He added another squeeze, stepped down to the sidewalk and headed to his SUV in the driveway without looking back.

      Her chest pressed against her lungs as she watched the SUV back out to the street. She still felt his strong arms around her. After she gave a final wave, she drew her gaze from his car and stepped toward the door feeling as if she’d lost something precious.

      Pulling her mind back to her empty reality, she noticed a woman heading toward her from across the street.

      Her curiosity rose as the neighbor stepped onto the sidewalk and strode up her driveway toward her with a grin. Angie smiled back, guessing the woman wanted to be the first to meet the new neighbor.

      “Hi.” A container in one hand, the woman extended the other. “I’m your neighbor Rema.”

      She grasped the woman’s hand. “Angela Bursten. It’s nice to meet you.” Her greeting stretched the truth again.

      “Welcome to Lilac Circle.” Rema released her hand and motioned toward the driveway. “Sorry I missed your husband. I look forward to meeting him.”

      “Husband?” Heat rose up her chest as she understood Rema’s reference.

      “I noticed him pulling away as I started across the street.” Rema eyed her and grimaced. “I assumed he was your husband.”

      Angie drew back, managing a chuckle. “No. He’s a coworker who volunteered to tote some boxes for me. No husband here.” The admission left an unwelcome reminder, yet Rick’s smile hung in her thoughts.

      A questioning look flashed across Rema’s face, and Angie recalled Rick’s hug on the porch. A sigh slipped from her. She didn’t owe her an explanation and didn’t have one. Warmth spread through her, and she recalled the wonderful sensation.

      Rema gave her a sympathetic look.

      “Speaking of boxes, I have them stacked all over inside, otherwise I’d...” Her discomfort grew as she sought an amiable goodbye. “But I appreciate your welcome, and—”

      “I understand.” Rema extended the container. “I brought you a little welcome gift. Homemade.”

      Angie’s heart sank. Now she was on the spot. “That was very thoughtful.” As she pulled the container closer, a sweet scent wrapped around her. “And it smells delicious.” She glanced over her shoulder at the mess. “Rema, if you don’t mind falling over boxes, you’re welcome to come in.” She opened the screen door, motioning the other woman inside.

      Without hesitation, Rema slipped past and stood inside the doorway.

      “Have a seat, Rema.” She motioned to the living room.

      Rema moved into the living room, and Angie placed the housewarming gift on a lamp table before also taking a seat, knowing what she should do but unable to deal with it today. Angie eyed the woman, trying to think of something to say, but Rema saved her from worry.

      “Did you notice the house for sale on the corner?” Rema gestured to the head of the street. “We’ll be having another new neighbor soon.”

      “No. Sorry, I hadn’t noticed.”

      “A number of people have looked at the house. Spring seems a good time to sell.” Rema gazed into space as if she had something on her mind, and though uneasy, Angie waited before trying to end their conversation and the visit.

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