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“She shocked the hell out of me, too. Trust me,” Trent said.
“When did you see my mother? How do you know my mother?”
“I went to see you this morning. At your shop. But it was closed. I was worried, but she walked up to me and invited me to get a cup of coffee. We went to Cracked and Blake was there. That’s when I figured out who she was.”
“You had coffee with my mother?”
He nodded. “Yep. And she told me about your appointment. She said she thought I should know. And she gave me a lot to think about. The most important being what I want from you.”
“What do you want from me?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper. I wasn’t sure I wanted the answer, but I needed it.
“I don’t know yet, but I do know I want us to have a relationship. Even if that ends up being a friendship, I want us to
