Which, even in the best of times, had never been easy. “Darling!” Lilith burst into the room in a whirlwind of her usual energy and flung her arms around Raine’s neck. “I knew you’d come rescue your poor abused mother!” Raine didn’t think her mother looked all that abused. In fact, except for that ugly orange jumpsuit, she looked as stunning as ever. Even more so with the edgy emotion glittering in the midnight blue depths of her eyes. Lilith Lindstrom was a dazzling creature of the moment, a wild child, even at fifty. “You know I wouldn’t let you spend the night in jail.” Raine slipped free of this woman who’d given birth to her, this woman whom she’d never understood. Although on some abstract basis, Raine could think of Lilith as her mother, it had been years since she’d thought of her as mother. And never, not even in the secret privacy of her own mind, had she ever thought of this radiant, ethereal creature as mom.
