RAYLEE
“HEY, MOM,” I say, entering the kitchen back at her and Cliff’s house.
“What?” She spins around, pushing her glasses up her nose. “Hey, sweetie. Twice in one day? That’s a surprise.” She drops the cookbook she was holding and walks over to me, pulling me in for a big hug. “How are you feeling?”
“Better.” My arms hug her tighter. I’ve always been close with my mother. She was all I ever had.
Pulling away, she walks over and pulls a barstool out, and pats her hand on it. “Have a seat. I’m about to start making dinner.”
“Oh, I can’t stay. I realized I left my phone here earlier.” Of course, Colt had distracted me, and I forgot it upstairs. Pretty sure it’s still on my bathroom counter where I set it before I jumped in a quick shower after he gave me a wine and c*m bath.
“Well, I’
