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“Oh no. My mother!” Lillian cried with a groan.

“What about your mother?”

“I haven’t told her about us. She still thinks you’re my boss.”

“So tell her,” I said.

“Okay, but you have to wait out here for a few minutes while I tell her.”

“I’ll wait forever,” I said.

She laughed. “I doubt that very much.”

I sat down on the stone steps. She had no idea. No idea at all. I was here forever.

Chapter 58

Lillian

Iwanted to cry and celebrate at the same time. I shut the door and felt as if I was walking on air. What if this was a dream? I pinched myself.

Ouch.

That had really happened.

Max loved me. I hadn’t just been someone who just relieved an itch. I had meant something to him. Giddy joy filled me.

“I almost came looking for you.” my mother said, concern on her face. “Is everything okay?”

I slid onto a stool and grinned at her. “Very okay. Mom. Um… there’s something I need to tell you so please don’t freak out.”

“What is it?” she asked in a calm voice that took me by surprise. I expected her to panic the way she always did since Henry.

Remembering that Max was waiting outside, I ploughed on. “I guess I should have told you this a long time ago, but Max is not just my boss. We’re kind of in a relationship.”

“I figured that out,” my mom said calmly, surprising me further.

“You knew?”

“Of course, I knew. That look on your face when you mentioned his name. I knew you were in love with him. I know my girls.”

I laughed. “You’re amazing, Mom. Anyway, he came by to tell me that he loves me and he wants us to be in a serious relationship.”

She stood and hugged me. “I’m so happy for you. I can’t tell you how many times I wanted to go find him and give him a good shake.”

I laughed. “You don’t even know what he looks like.”

“You wouldn’t understand. It’s a Mom thing. You want to protect your children; however old they are.”

“Thanks, Mom. I should have told you. I thought you’d be disappointed. You had such high standards when it came to your work.”

A cheeky look came into her eyes. “How do you think I met your father? We worked in the same office in those early years. You could say he was my boss, though not directly,” she said and burst into laughter at my expression.

I laughed. “You had an affair with your boss?”

Hands akimbo, she said, “He married me.”

“Dad loved you so much,” I said, remembering how my father had looked at my mother.