They were enjoying the cool early morning weather with a cup of coffee and some fresh baked donuts he’d picked up at the diner on the way.
“I shouldn’t be eating these.” Alice Faulkner bit into the chocolate frosted with a sigh of contentment. “But you’re a good son for bringing them. I guess if I don’t eat sweets too often it’s not so bad.”
“I’m a lousy son but thank you. I had a hankering for them this morning and I thought you might like some too.”
He’d barely slept last night after everything that happened with Mika. His mind had whirled with images of the past and possibilities for their future. Should they have one, that is. He knew she still had feelings but he wasn’t convinced that deep down she didn’t blame him for all that had happened.
“Who told you that?” Alice scolded gently. “You are a good son. My favorite son.”
He was her only child unless she was living a secret life no one knew anything about.
