Pretty Sweet - Christina Lee Page 0,4
her wings. Eventually she got back on her feet, and after working part-time retail jobs, she took classes and became a certified nursing assistant last fall. And now that she had a steady job at Rose City Assisted Living, she’d been talking a lot about getting a place of her own. She wanted to live in a high-rise with security at the door, and I totally got it, but it still made me anxious as hell.
“Hey, when’s your mom gonna bake those awesome cookies for us again?” Tad said around a mouthful of pretzels.
“Yeah, those were awesome,” Brett agreed.
“Better yet, give Tad the recipe, and he can make them for all of us,” Mia quipped as she left the room. Tad watched her go, but he’d never admit he had it bad for Mia. She had a nice figure, a pretty face, and was cool as hell, but she’d probably never give him the time of day. Except stranger things had happened. Besides, Tad was all talk but had a good heart, or else we wouldn’t have hired him. Plus, his specialty was rebuilding carburetors, and he brought in plenty of business.
“She’s got a point,” Brett said. “Do you even do any cooking at your place?”
“Hell, no,” Tad replied. “Just got a refrigerator full of them frozen dinners.”
“No wonder your gut is catching up,” Tucker said, and Tad flipped him off.
The rest of the afternoon went by in a blur. We were typically busy as hell during the summer months, likely because families took plenty of road trips and their cars were always in need of maintenance. But Christ, I’d seen my fill of minivans this week, that was for sure.
By the time I got home, I was greasy, sweaty, and needed a shower pronto.
Mom was in the kitchen making dinner, something she enjoyed doing—as well as baking—which Tad had become a fan of. And he was right; her cookies were the best. But after we left Dad, I didn’t want her to feel obligated to me the way she was to him, especially since I wasn’t a kid anymore. So I’d handled everything at first, the shopping and bills and chores, until one day she took over the meals, and we fell into a routine that suited us both.
I waved on my way to the bathroom before stopping short. Her lips were a rosy red, her cheeks a soft pink, and it took me by surprise since she never wore makeup. “What’s the occasion?” I stepped closer, and noticed how her eyelashes stood out as well.
“Huh?” When I motioned to her face, she said, “Oh, it’s nothing. Got some tips yesterday and thought I’d try them out. Remember the sweet guy I told you about who plays the piano at the center? He does the residents’ makeup too, for fun.”
“Well, it looks good, Ma. Understated and pretty.”
She blushed, and my heart squeezed a little. She never did anything for herself, so it was nice to see her trying something new. That job had done wonders for her self-confidence. Who knew working with the elderly in an assisted living facility would give her the boost she needed? And the way she’d described this guy who showed up and entertained the residents, it sounded like maybe it was a fun work environment too. But what did I know? I was stuck with a bunch of guys who burped five times in a row for laughs.
“Hope you don’t mind, but I invited him to a home-cooked meal on Friday,” she said in a hesitant tone. “He lives alone, his mom is way across the country, and I thought maybe he could use some company.”
“Seriously?” My head whipped in her direction. It was huge for Mom to feel comfortable enough to invite someone over, so she must really like the guy. Though I couldn’t help being a bit suspicious about him, especially when it came to my mom. About what exactly, I wasn’t sure, but her having new friends was something I needed to get used to. Dad had taken so much of that away from her. “That’s…cool.”
“You don’t have to join us, but I hope you will.”
“Sure.” Oh, I was definitely going to be around, just in case. Couldn’t help myself.
“I think you guys could be friends.”
I hid my eye roll. Like I needed any more friends. Though maybe I did. Outside of the guys at work, my other good friend, Mark, was a trucker, always on the road and also had