Chapter 81

I still didn’t think the view was that great, but I basked in her approval.

“No rug in front of the fireplace, Mark?” Quinn took the opportunity to murmur in my ear.

“Not when your mother is coming to visit.”

“I’m disappointed.”

“Don’t be. There’s one in the master, and it’s got your name on it.” He flushed, and I couldn’t help grinning. I turned to his mother, making sure all trace of deviltry had been wiped from my expression. “Come see the master, Mrs. Mann.”

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After the tour, I saw to it she was settled on the couch. “Are you comfortable?”

“Yes, thank you, Mark.”

“How’s your hip?” I picked up the remote and turned on the TV. The last fifteen minutes of the parade were being aired. “Do you want to put your legs up?”

“My hip is fine, and no, I’m quite all right like this.”

“Are you sure?”

My fussing over her amused her. “I’m very sure, Mark. I could do with a glass of wine, though.”

“Okay. C’mon, Quinn. You can take out the hors d’oeuvres. I’ll go get the wine.”