Maisie
“Mom!” Flash called, and I turned from the sink.
“Yes, love?”
My son walked in with one of the best looking men I’d ever seen and I wiped my hands and smiled. This man looked like a modern-day Viking, and he was tall, taller than Flash, which was saying something, considering my child was almost six-foot and he wasn’t even thirteen yet.
“Uh…this is Sweet Pea. He’s a Saint.”
“Wonderful. Welcome,” I said, reaching out my hand, which he took and shook. “You’re the first to arrive. I’m Maisie, it’s lovely to meet you.”
Sweet Pea gave me a slow smile and said in a low, deep voice, “It’s nice to meet you, too, Maisie. Can I help with anything?”
“We’re good, love. Make yourself at home. Flash can introduce you to a few of the guys.”
“Sweet Pea?”
He turned just as Katie walked in,
