Game For Love: Gridiron Heartbreaker (Kindle Worlds Novella) (Gridiron Bad Boys Book 2) by Melissa Blue

Author:Melissa Blue [Blue, Melissa]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Kindle Worlds
Published: 2016-05-01T18:30:00+00:00

CHAPTER SIX

“Must have been a good party,” a feminine voice reached through the darkness of Blaine's living room.

There was no jolt of surprise that his mother was up or had been awakened by his arrival. She was a light sleeper.

“The party was nice,” he said simply. One didn't go about telling his mother he'd spent his night and early morning in a woman's bed. Well, couch, shower then bed, if one wanted to be technical.

The flat screen flashed with images but the sound was muted. Her hand looked pale against the dark blue couch as she pushed herself upright. The curtains were closed on the Oakland hills. The living room held the tiniest scent of rubbing alcohol and bleach.

He tossed his keys on the coffee table and settled into the shorter couch across from her. His jeans felt stiff from the spilled liquor and soda. He was pretty sure he smelled of sex and Alyssa's almond scented soap. He was tired, but not hungry since she'd fed him, but still he brought all his focus on his mother.

“How'd your day go?” he asked.

His mother narrowed her blue eyes on him then tsked. “You look exhausted so I know you're only being polite. A sign I raised you right, and I will preen about that for a week. Go to bed. You don't have to look after me.”

He dug up a smile for her. “That's really my way of asking if you gave Harriet shit today. She's threatened to quit.”

“She should.” Her tone was clipped. “You're the only one who thinks I need help.”

He glanced down to hide the wince, and maybe to keep his gaze from skipping to the bandages on his mother's right hand. “You're in recovery. Recover. Let Harriet clean and do her job.” He added the only thing that could make her slow down, “If she doesn't have work to do...”

Harriet was a divorcee in her early thirties who had two children to feed. The part-time work provided her everything she needed since alimony and child support was sporadic at best.

His mother tilted her head. “You weren't at a party.”

Blaine placed both hands over his face. There was a legitimate blush heating his face and neck. “Mom, I'm going to leave you to sleep.”

“I think the last time I saw you blush you were in grade school.”

Dropping his hands, he scooted to the edge of the seat and tried to hold her gaze. “Really tired. I should go to bed.”

She wagged a finger at him. “You should have made your escape three minutes ago.”

“Mom.” Her name sounded like a plea.

She put her left hand over her right and rubbed her fingers over her bandages. “I really want grandchildren and for the first time, you're acting like I might get some. You're blushing and evading questions.” She paused. “I'm fragile and will take any sign of hope right now.”

His mother had reached the point where she could joke. Blaine didn't think he ever could. “Not funny.”

“I have diabetes. It's not a death sentence.

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