“The health inspector just finished, and I had some things to do.” He looked at me when he said that, and my throat went tight. There was no mistaking the innuendo in his statement.
Say something, Phoebe. Use your big-girl words. “It—It’s my fault. I was late p—picking Lock up from the library, and Ty was nice enough to handle the health inspector now that the kitchen is done. Isn’t it beautiful?” I waved a hand at the space, giving me an excuse to look just about anywhere other than at Ty and Cady-Jo.
“It is.” Cady-Jo took in the work Ty had done. “He’s always been a very hard-working young man.”
My mouth snapped shut; not missing her meaning.
“Why are you here, Mom?” Ty asked impatiently, clearly unimpressed with his mother’s remark.
“Ty, your mom is always welcome.” I tried to smooth things over, hoping the atmosphere wouldn’t be so chilly. I could keep hoping.
He looked at his mom expectantly.
Moving fully into the room, she pulled some papers out of her purse. “We’ve encountered a problem.”
“What kind of problem?” Seriously? What freaking now?
She handed me the papers, and I opened them. “Is this for real?”
Ty leaned over my shoulder. He stood close, and I was so used to him being in my space lately I didn’t react. Guess what else didn’t go unnoticed?
“Amber-Rae has struck again,” Cady-Jo griped.
“She’s claiming my house has to be rezoned to commercial because I’m baking cookies for the café, even though I’m not selling them here. That’s ridiculous.” I knew it was. I’d looked into it. I qualified as a cottage bakery. As long as I didn’t sell any goods out of my house, I didn’t need to be rezoned.
Flipping through the complaint and notice, I asked, “Why would she do this?” I’d call Winston first thing tomorrow. He was one of the best lawyers in the South. He’d have this cleared up by lunchtime.
“It’ll be okay.” Ty’s hands rested reassuringly on my shoulders.
Cady-Jo’s gaze sharpened at the familiar way he touched me.
“My lawyer will have this sorted by tomorrow. I’ll call him in the morning.” I finished reading the papers, looking up.
“Great,” she said.
Yeah, that didn’t sound like a great great.
“Actually, there was something else I wanted to talk to you about, Phoebe.”
“Oh?” I cocked my head, not even aware of what Ty had done or how it looked.
“Alone, Ty?” Her tone was positively glacial, and I suddenly was wishing for a parka.
“Of course!” I said because really what else could I say? “Can you give us a couple of minutes, or are you done for the day now?”
Ty looked between us, clearly debating what to do. After what felt like forever, he said he’d head out after saying bye to Lock. Saying goodbye to me, he kissed Cady-Jo’s cheek, promising to call her later in a tone I was one hundred percent sure was going to mean trouble.
When we were alone, I offered her some wine. Grabbing it from the fridge, we sat down at the dining room table. When there was a liberal amount in our glasses, I took a large sip and then asked, “What’s up?”
“That’s what I wanted to ask you.”
“Meaning?” I’d made assumptions about things before and been wrong. I didn’t really want to do it now and fuck myself over by outing my feelings for Ty if that wasn’t the reason she looked like I’d just shit on her roses.
“I want you to know this isn’t easy for me.” She played with the wine glass, not taking a drink. “I know how rumors can be in this town, and I’d largely dismissed them. But after what I just saw…”
“What rumors?” There were rumors?
“Is there something going on with you and my son?”