Sandy - Melanie Moreland Page 0,2
long visit. He pulled up a chair behind my “throne,” as he called it, opened his laptop, and began to work.
“Problem with your office?” I asked, already knowing why he was there.
“Nope. I just like the view here better. I get to see you.”
I squeezed his hand and let him stay. I adored the youngest member of the BAM family. A lost soul, he needed this place as much as it needed him. His upbringing had been horrendous, and there was something in his expression the day I met him that drew me to him. He lit my maternal instinct ablaze, and it had been I who insisted Aiden give him a chance. The more I got to know Reid, the more he pulled at my heartstrings. I loved all my boys, but Reid was special. Everyone knew it. But they felt much the same toward him. He was the boys’ younger brother, and they looked out for him. We all did. In return, we had his fierce loyalty and affection.
We worked in companionable silence, broken only by the occasional call. My duties had changed when Max got sick. All the day-to-day business like answering the phone, or dealing with mail, and other smaller tasks went to a junior person in the office, but I handled everything that had to do with the partners. That alone kept me very busy.
Becca, Reid’s live-in girlfriend, dropped by the desk. His smile for her was wide, his gaze filled with adoration as he looked at her. “Hey, B. Looking for me?”
She shook her head, ignoring his pout. “I’m looking for Sandy.”
“What can I do for you?” I asked with a fond smile. She was good for Reid, and I liked her a lot. She was strong, capable, and completely infatuated with him. They were a great couple and spent a lot of time with me.
“Are you busy on Saturday?”
“No.”
“Great. We’re calling girls’ time, and Emmy has booked a suite at The Four Seasons. Spa day!” She grinned.
“I see,” I murmured, wondering how much this had to do with the conversation I’d had earlier with Bentley. It wouldn’t surprise me that he asked Emmy to do something to cheer me up. Yet the thought of spending time with all the girls pleased me. And it would be a break from the constant quietness of the house.
“That sounds wonderful,” I told her.
She beamed, her relief evident.
“Awesome. We’ll go from here. Emmy has it all arranged. A driver, lunch, spa treatments, and pampering. Then to their place for dinner and movies afterward. He’s having the meal catered.”
“Wonderful. Thank you for including me.”
She waved her hand. “Of course. You’re one of us!”
She walked away, blowing Reid a kiss over her shoulder. He leaned close. “They want you there, you know.”
“I know,” I agreed. “It’s a lovely thought.”
He chuckled. “I made sure to add some of your favorite red wine to the menu.”
“Does Bentley know you did that?” I asked, one eyebrow raised in question, my theory now confirmed.
He grinned. “I helped choose the menu. We got everyone’s favorites. We’re gonna have a guys’ day at Bentley’s while you girls are busy. Well, us, and Addi.”
I laughed. Addi was doted on by all her uncles. She was a lucky little girl.
“I don’t think Addi is quite ready for pizza and wings.”
He winked. “We got chicken fingers and fries for her. Shake up that ‘bottle only’ diet thing she’s got going. Give her something new to try. I ordered the dipping sauce mild.”
I laughed at his silly comments. “Good luck with that.”
He became serious. “I want you to have a good time. Relax. Enjoy yourself.”
I stood and bent low, kissing his cheek. “I’ll try.”
“Please have a good time,” he whispered. “Max would want you to laugh and enjoy yourself.”
I nodded, unable to speak. He was right. Max and I had talked about his death a lot when we were first together. Given our age difference, it seemed a natural conclusion, one day I would be without him. But back then, it seemed far away and remote. It was easy to laugh and tease. To tell him I would get a younger man next time around. A boy toy.
“We’ll spend all your money on sex and booze,” I swore.
Max had laughed when I made that statement.
“You do that, my girl. Someone who loves an older, sexy woman. Make sure he treats you right while he’s spending my money. Make him earn it.”
I winked at him. “I’ll do that.”
Once he was