“It’s the shit,” Mitch informed him and Bob’s smile got bigger.
Then it faded.
“She never had one and I think of my staff as family so, I hope you don’t find this strange, but I feel like a father figure to her. And feeling that, I want you to take this as it’s meant. I’m pleased when she finally chose, she chose well, Mitch. I approve.”
That was when Mitch smiled.
“Thanks,” he muttered.
“No,” Bob muttered back, “thank you.”
Mitch gave him a chin lift. Bob returned it then led him out.
On the showroom floor, they shook hands. Then Mitch’s eyes located his woman and his body moved her way.
She was still with her male customer.
The man’s gaze came to Mitch as did Mara’s.
“Sorry to interrupt, this’ll just take a second then I gotta go,” Mitch told the man then he wrapped his arm around Mara, hauled her stiff with surprise body against his and kissed her, short, hard but very wet.
When he lifted his head, her body was no longer stiff and she was blinking.
“See you when you get home tonight, baby,” he whispered, looked to the now visibly disappointed man, jerked up his chin, looked back at his woman, gave her a grin and let her go.
His work was done.
He walked out seeing Roberta’s huge, bright smile.
He had Roberta’s approval too.
He gave her another low wave.
She returned it but hers wasn’t low.
He looked to the floor, shook his head and, grinning, Mitch walked out.
* * * * *
Mara
Five days later…
“We’re leaving, three minutes!” I called, grinning at Roberta who was standing opposite me at the bar, her kids in their swimsuits barely containing themselves in the living room.
We both had the day off and we were taking our kids to the pool. They were going to horse around while we worked on our tans. Then we were going to come back, shower and go to Casa Bonita.
A celebration.
Mitch was at the Station with the papers from our attorney.
Bill was relinquishing custody.
Yes, a celebration. And nothing said celebration like dinner with your friends at a crazy family restaurant that sold Mexican food and had strolling musicians and cliff divers.
“Auntie Mara!” Billie shouted and I could tell by her voice she was behind closed doors in the bathroom. “My suit’s all messed up! I can’t fix it!”
“I’ll go,” Bobbie muttered and moved toward the hall as my new cell phone sitting on the counter rang.