Break My Fall (Swoon Series Book 3) by J.H. Croix

Author:J.H. Croix [Croix, J.H.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-10-07T18:30:00+00:00

Dawson’s mother was lovely. I knew at a glance that his beautiful silver-gray eyes and the almost aristocratic bent to his features came from her. She had the same lovely cheekbones and strong nose. Her fading blond hair was tied up in a knot. She managed to be elegant even though she was on oxygen.

She patted the chair beside her, her eyes on Dawson. “Now, honey. Come sit by me.”

I wasn’t sure how to manage this, but Dawson said he wanted me to meet her. I’d had manners drilled into me by my mother, so I figured they would get me through this. Here I was, well on the way into being in love with her son with no idea how he felt about me, nor how she would interpret my presence with him.

When Dawson reached her chair, he leaned over to press a gentle kiss against her temple. “How ya feelin’?”

Her voice was reedy when she spoke. “I’m all right. I miss you,” she said as he sat gingerly in the chair beside her.

He squeezed her hand. “Love you, Mom. Came to visit because I miss you.”

The love and affection between them were so clear, it almost hurt to bear witness to it. Dawson glanced over at me. “I brought someone to meet you. This is Evie,” he said with a nod in my direction. “And this is my mother, Anita.”

His mother looked over at me, her smile warm. “Well, hello, dear. Dawson has never brought a girl to visit me, so you must be special.”

I smiled. “I didn’t know that. Now I’m kind of nervous,” I said honestly. “But it’s quite nice to meet you.”

Anita angled her head to the chair on her other side. I sat down, perching on the edge of the seat and folding my hands on my knees.

“So tell me about yourself.”

Her words were kind, but I had no idea where to start. I suppose when you visit someone sick, the likelihood they would cut through the bullshit was much higher. I imagine she didn’t want to waste time with small talk.

“Well, I’m Evie,” I began, immediately wondering why I repeated the introduction. “I met Dawson because we both work at Stolen Hearts Lodge. I grew up near there.” Pausing, I looked at Dawson. I could see his expression was careful. Strangely, it gave me a sense of relief to realize this was possibly as new to him as it was to me. We hadn’t done the meeting the family thing, so it was new for both of us.

Just as I was wondering what else to say, Chad arrived, taking the focus off me. I leaned back and mostly listened as they chatted. By the time we left, the tension had unspooled slightly inside me. His mother pulled me close for a hug when she stood, moving her oxygen out of the way on its wheeled cart.

A short drive later, we were at a seafood restaurant with a lovely view of the ocean in the downstairs of our hotel.

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