And she’s smiling. They’re both smiling. “Mom?” She jumps at the sound of my voice and a large squirt of white frosting shoots out of the piping bag. Not the image I wanted to see right now. “Rebecca! You scared the hell out of me.” “I scared you? What’s going on here?” She looks down at the messy pile of frosting on the counter and looks up innocently. “I’m making cupcakes for the kids.” I narrow my eyes at her then glance at her male companion. She can’t help it. She’s smiling like a schoolgirl with a crush. Oh, no. “Sweetheart, this is Kyle Mayer. Dr. Kyle Mayer.” She looks so proud of her doctor friend. But I feel like her pride is an affront to my father. As if now that he’s gone, she can finally be with a better man. “So nice to meet you, Rebecca.”
