wasn’t planning on—”
“Don’t finish that sentence,” she said, squeezing his arms as she narrowed her eyes at him. “You’re going. You’ll wear a tux. You’ll dance and make nice with people. And you’ll like it.”
“I won’t like it.”
“Fine. You don’t have to like it, but it would mean a lot to me if you attended.”
“Fine,” he agreed. “I’m glad you’re having fun with this, Mom. It suits you.”
“It does.” She winked. “Back to work now. We’re close, but the tasting room has to be perfect.”
“It will be.”
“I know,” she said as she walked away, glancing over her shoulder at him. “I trust you.”
The words made his heart lighten. Despite everything they’d been through—all the complications life had thrown at them—his mother had always believed in him. Maybe she had a point and he shouldn’t worry so much about complicated. There was the distinct possibility things were only as complicated as he made them to be in his mind.
One thing was simple to understand.
He hadn’t stopped wanting Maggie. It might be time to focus on that once again.
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