“Hi, sweetheart,” Jane greeted. “Did you have a restful evening with Shane? And did you get your laundry done or do you need to use our machines?”
I will never be able to think of laundry the same way again. She wasn’t hungry, but she snagged a cookie. “Yes, I got it done, and yes, I had a very enjoyable evening with Shane.”
“Other than looking rather embarrassed…” Jane paused to give her daughter a once-over appraisal. “…you look happy and a lot better than you did when you left the hospital yesterday, so I find myself again admitting that Shane is good for you. No, don’t worry. I’m not going to tease you. From what I heard a moment ago, I think you’ve already been teased enough.”
Becky smiled, catching sight of the man in question out the kitchen window. She watched him walk all the w
