Maybe car rentals were in my future, not that I cared. I wasn’t in the mood for one of Shane’s tantrums. Granted I’d thrown my own earlier…but if it’s unflattering for a woman, it’s worse for a man. Especially when it was about the subject of sex. I hadn’t slept with Shane. Ever. Even more, I had no intention of doing so unless we at least went through a legal civil ceremony first. Thing was, I’d spent the first eighteen years of my life living with my parents. And for better or for worse, my mother’s voice resonated through my cranium whenever things became a bit…involved. Why buy the cow when he can get the milk for free? If there’s any sort of passion dampener, it’s your mother comparing you to a cow. Until I was married, that voice wasn’t going anywhere. Truthfully, I had concerns about it even then. And here I was, back in Lincoln City, trying to make amends with the keeper of that voice. I fished my phone out of my tote bag and dialed the home number. No answer.
