Cowboy Casanova - Lorelei James [128]
He snorted.
“Were you trying to make Ainsley jealous by having lunch with another woman? Right under her nose?”
Jesus. Was his mother on crack? “I’m tired of everyone in this family poking their nose into my personal business—”
“Bennett Andrew McKay.” Her cup hit the counter and liquid sloshed everywhere. “My God. Sometimes your pigheadedness is astounding.”
Thoroughly reprimanded, Ben sponged up the mess with a paper towel and waited for the lecture, because guaranteed she had one prepared.
“You brought Ainsley to our attention, by inviting her to a family party. I drive by your house every day. I know she’s been an overnight guest.” She peered at him over the tops of her glasses. “On many occasions. I’m pretty sure you two weren’t playing Parcheesi.”
He blushed. Goddammit. He never blushed.
“So I’m a big enough person to admit my visit the weekend you were sick—and don’t get me started on how I had to find out that my own son was sick from Rielle—was to check this woman out for myself. Because heaven knows you’d never tell me if you were involved with someone. But when I asked her, she insisted there wasn’t anything between you.”
Why did that sting?
“Of course I didn’t believe her. So when Carolyn called me today because she saw you cozied up to that ex-stripper last week—”
“Dani is not a stripper!”
“Hence the term ex-stripper.” She drained her coffee and lifted an eyebrow. “Not going to deny it?”
Ben counted to fifteen. “Mom. What does this have to do with anything? Why are you here?”
“To meddle, naturally.”
“Doesn’t Dad get after you for that? I thought you promised to knock that crap off.”
“Ah ah ah. I promised no more meddling in Quinn and Libby’s life. Chase and Ava aren’t around enough for me to meddle. So that leaves you, my dear middle son, as my man in the meddle.”
“Great.”
“So no bullshit. What happened between you and Ainsley?”
Defeated, and tired of playing the denial game, he ducked his face from her probing gaze. “We were involved but she…” Brought everything inside me alive. Created hope in me I hadn’t felt in years. Then she validated my biggest fear: no woman I wanted would ever want me, as I am, long-term.
“Bennett. Look at me please.”
Maybe he’d gotten his Dom tendencies from his mother, not his father. He glanced up and she was standing in front of him. “Oh, son, come here.” She opened her arms and Ben walked into her embrace without hesitation. He might tower over her now, but her hugs hadn’t changed from when he was a little boy. There was fierceness in her hugs. Protectiveness. Unconditional love. Funny how he’d forgotten that. Ironic how she’d known he’d needed the reminder.
“You are a good man. If she can’t see that…” She eased back and fussed with his collar. “Then she’s a blind fool.”
“Thanks.”
Ben expected her to leave. But she chatted away about Adam and Amelia’s latest antics. His father’s upcoming birthday. Chase and Ava. Quinn and Libby. Gavin and his daughter. The situation with Casper. When she talked about tattoos, Ben tuned her out. He had a shit ton to do and daylight was wasting.
“And so I have to go…but I have a confession to make. There’s another reason I stopped by today.”
Here it comes.
“I don’t want you to get upset if I pursue a friendship with Ainsley.”
His jaw dropped. “What? How can you be buddy-buddy with a woman you just called a blind fool?” With the woman who rejected me?
“Because she and I have a lot in common. Besides, I’ve been trying to widen my social circle. Vaudette can be such a self-righteous pain in the patootie.”
Typical of his mother to carry on three conversations at once and expect him to follow each one. What the devil did her best friend Vaudette Dickens have to do with anything? Wait. Was she trying to tell him something? “When did you talk to Ainsley?”
“I had lunch with her today.”
Stunned, he just stared at her.
“I got the impression she’s looking for people to connect with outside her job as bank president.” She shrugged on her coat. “Sounds like she’s under a lot