Julian stopped his work and turned. Marcus was a local painter—kind, talented, and clearly smitten with Elena for months. "And?"
"You're staring at the ledger again, Mom," Julian said without turning around. "The numbers won't change just because you're frowning at them." mom mature son sex
As Elena headed toward the stairs, she felt a strange, new sense of freedom. She was still a mother, and Julian would always be her priority—but for the first time in years, she felt like she was allowed to be Elena, too. Julian stopped his work and turned
"Living with a bookworm for two decades," he grinned. "Now, go upstairs. You have that silk dress you never wear, and the rain is letting up. Don't make the man wait." she felt a strange