Debbi Rawlins - To Love An Older Man

Marvin was washing the limo on the side of the house as David pulled into the garage. He was tempted to ask his mother’s driver where she’d been all day, but then figured he’d find out soon enough.

And then it struck him. What he really wanted to know was whether Beth was still here. Not that it made any difference to him. Except that he’d warned his mother not to get attached. Beth wasn’t a stray puppy she could keep around to pamper and dote upon.

But it wasn’t even that so much. If Ida hadn’t sounded as though she were guarding a national secret, he wouldn’t be so curious…suspicious…that was a better description. He would never have left the office early. At least he’d had the sense to pack his briefcase with enough work to last the rest of the evening.

As soon as he opened the door to the kitchen he smelled the aroma of roasting meat. Garlic was in the air, too. Not something Ida usually used very much. No one was in the kitchen, and it had been so long since he’d gotten home this early, he didn’t know if that was the norm or not.

He peeked into the living room, and then the family room. Not a soul was around. Laughter came from down the hall and he stopped to listen.

Beth was still here.

Her soft yet uninhibited laugh was unmistakable, and an unexpected sense of peace warmed him. Perhaps because he didn’t have to wonder where she’d found shelter for the night. After all, no one was using the guest room….

His mother walked out of Beth’s room, still laughing over something but immediately sobered upon seeing him. “David, you’re home.”

“So I am. Excuse me. I was about to change.” He tried to sidestep her.

“David? Is anything wrong?”

“No. Why?”

“You haven’t come home this early since…” She shrugged, her speculative gaze drawing toward Beth’s room.

Great. Just great. “I have a lot of work to catch up on and the office was too distracting.”

She smiled, nodded, her expression annoyingly patronizing. “We’ll be having dinner in about half an hour. I’m delighted you can join us.”

“I’m afraid that isn’t possible—”

The words died when Beth walked out of the room. Her hair was down, the coat was gone and the way the lavender dress hugged her slim curves nearly knocked him off his feet.

She gave him a shy smile. “Hi.”

“You’re still here.”

Her expression fell.

“David!” His mother’s appalled voice jolted him.

Beth looked helplessly at her.

“I only meant—” He cleared his throat. “I was simply surprised.”

“I had every intention of leaving this morning,” Beth began, “but—”

“I talked her out of it.”

David looked at his mother, her eyes narrowed in warning. He gave her a look of his own, one that meant they’d talk later. “I’ll be in my study.”

“Fine.” His mother smiled. “I’ll let you know when dinner is ready.”

About to tell her he wouldn’t be joining them, he glanced at Beth again. She did look rather stunning, her hair so shiny it looked like spun gold. The exhaustion and strain were gone from her face and she was much prettier than he’d first thought.

He could make time for dinner. Why not? By tomorrow she’d be gone. It wouldn’t hurt him to be sociable for an hour.

“All right,” he said and started to loosen his tie. “I’ll go change and then check with you before I start in on my reading.”

“Splendid.” His mother clasped her hands together and looked adoringly at their guest. “We’re in for a treat. Beth cooked tonight.”

He frowned. “Is anything wrong with Ida?”

“No. Beth insisted as a sort of interview.” His mother smiled. “I talked her into staying and filling in while Ida’s gone.”

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