“WHAT IF SHE acts like a bitch?” Cora asked Rachel, who despite being woken up from a nap was delivering the pep talk she so desperately needed.
They were set to leave for dinner at her parents’ house shortly and nervousness edged along Cora’s spine.
“She’s going to act like a bitch, honey. It’s what she does. Beau is a big boy and he seems to really like you a lot. He’s going to figure out what she is soon enough if he hasn’t already. She might even be calmer because there’ll be a crowd there,” Rachel said.
Cora sighed. “I’m dumb for calling. Of course she won’t be held back by the setting. You’ve met my mother, right? Okay, okay.” She took a deep breath. “I’m all right. He’ll be fine and if it isn’t good we’ll leave.”
She realized just how much she meant that right after saying it. One of their friends had been married for nearly a decade to a person who never defended her to the family. Never stepped in on her side. As a result, his parents had disrespected her so much there wasn’t anything he could do to fix it as far as the marriage had been concerned.
Some damage could never be repaired.
Cora valued and respected Beau too much to allow her family to treat him poorly or make him feel uncomfortable.
And the bald truth was that she didn’t want to lose him. Didn’t want him scared off. If things ended between them, it wouldn’t be because of some bullshit from her family.
“Things will be okay. She’ll push. He’s all charming and mannerly but not prone to letting himself be pushed. Stand your ground. Let her get used to it. She loves you and in the end, that’s why everything will be fine. You can do this.”
“You’re my favorite,” Cora told Rachel. “I’ll talk to you when I get home so I can update you.”
“You better. Remember that you’re worth this effort. Okay? Not just the moving to a new job but this thing with Beau. And being treated the way you deserve. Don’t get me all het up on your behalf or Vic will frown at me and probably call his mother,” Rachel warned in a teasing tone.
“Did she help?” Beau asked as Cora came out into the kitchen.
“She did. Maybe would have tutted and worried and made me anxious for her. But Rachel is no-nonsense. I needed that today.”
“Stop worrying. I promise I’m pretty good around parents. I just think of them how I’d think of a network executive.”
That made Cora guffaw. “Network executives are probably easier to please. But my dad will be there and my siblings and some cousins too. I think it’ll be so busy and full of people that she won’t have the opportunity to be her normal self. But I have no doubt you’re good with the ladies. I’ve seen it over and over.”
Generally she found it more amusing than annoying, which was likely a good thing as she imagined it wasn’t something that was going to go away anytime soon. Part of his image was that sexy charm. It worked on him and for him.
Rachel had been right. Beau was a grown-up and capable of handling himself. Cora would keep a close eye on the situation and, if necessary, extricate him from anything unpleasant.
“I know you’re busy inside your head trying to figure out how to make this perfect,” Beau said as they drove east. It amused him, yes. But mostly he was touched. Touched that she spent the energy worrying.
“I...can’t deny that I want today to be a good day. Not perfect. Perfection is impossible unless we’re talking about your shoulders. Because well, they’re perfection. Otherwise, dealing with family is always far from perfect. My mom is a grab bag. You never quite know what you’re going to get. She’s not malicious, but she has her own way of seeing the world. A type of focus that makes her so successful at her work. But she’s used to having her own way. Used to seeing herself as the center of all things.”
He heard more self-consciousness in her tone when it came to her mother than anything else. He understood that down to his bones.
“As you can guess, my father had quite the personality. Magnetic. He’s a leader in that very intense way only someone who leads a cult can be.” He paused, realizing it was one of the first times he’d voluntarily used the term cult. “I’m used to being around people with very large and complicated personalities. Your mom is an artist. I’m an artist in a sense. And we both care about you. So. We’ll muddle through.”
She was quiet awhile as they drove, crossing the I-90 bridge and heading into Bellevue.
“Okay,” she told him as they exited the freeway. “I’ll do my best to keep her in line. But if she says or does something offensive and I’m not around, get my attention and I’ll handle it.”
He scoffed. “Nope. Look, you can’t be my keeper too. I have to find my own way with them or they won’t take me seriously. I want them to take me seriously.”
“Why shouldn’t they take you seriously? If they don’t, they’re assholes. You don’t need to work so hard to receive basic respect when they’ve invited you into their home.”
She was so outraged by the very idea that his own nervousness fled. He reached out to take her hand and bring it to his lips for a kiss.
“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. I’m handsome and charming and I make a good living. Most mothers love me,” he teased.
Her reluctant smile made him glad.
“This is...your father’s work, I suppose?” he asked as they pulled up a long road to the house. Gardens, greenery, all sorts of sweet spots with benches or water features, stretched as far as he could see.
“Yes. He likes to say this is his canvas. It changes from time to time. He putters and updates. Sometimes he does a sweeping redesign when the mood strikes. It’s nice to come home to,” Cora told him as she parked the car beside several others already there. “At the holidays I mean.”
“I grew up living in a series of trailers and barely standing rental houses. This is pretty swank.”
She paused as they headed up to the wide, inviting front porch. “It is. I’m sorry. Sometimes I do take it for granted. I appreciate what I have, and I work hard. But yeah, it’s pretty swank and it was where I grew up so it seems normal to me.”
Beau put an arm around her shoulders, pulling her to his side so he could kiss the top of her head. “I wasn’t chiding you. Just admiring the property.”
“Okay. I just want to be sure. You ready?” she asked before opening the front door.
“Let’s do this.”
Beau wasn’t sure what he’d expected, but it wasn’t the warm and nonfussy interior of the house. It smelled good, like a family dinner should smell. Bread and simmering meat, something rich and spicy seemed to embrace them as they entered a large family room.
A chorus of calls sounded as people began to notice their arrival. Beau recognized her brother and sister in a knot of what was most likely cousins. A pang hit, longing for those cousins who’d been close as siblings until he’d left and was excommunicated.
Cora brightened at his side but instead of moving away on her own, she took his hand and tugged gently. “Come meet my family.”
It was a maelstrom of noise. Of names and hands to shake. A few hugs and no small amount of curious looks. Her father came out from the kitchen, shaking his hand and clapping his upper arm.
“Welcome. Would you like something to drink?” he asked Beau with a smile and Beau understood why he and Walda clicked. John Silvera was charming. And the source of that same crinkly-eyed smile his youngest daughter wore on a regular basis.
“Yes, thanks.” Together with Cora, they went into the kitchen. She grabbed him a soda, even pouring it over ice for him. He thanked her before taking a sip. “I don’t know if Cora has told you or not, but I just bought a house in Magnolia. It’s on just shy an acre and I’d love it if you could come out and give me an estimate on some landscape upgrades.”
Her dad’s face brightened, and then he began to pepper Beau with questions. Cora leaned against Beau’s side as they spoke, chiming in here and there with ideas or suggestions.
He sensed her mother approaching and knew Cora and her father did too by the way their body language changed. But the smile John sent his wife was so full of love and recognition Beau couldn’t help but like them both better.
“Hello, Mom.” Cora turned to hug her mother and kiss one of her cheeks. “Pai and Beau are talking about gardens and I’m trying to figure out a way to steal some of that ham over there while he’s engaged elsewhere.”
Walda’s expression was full of affection. “I’ll get his attention so you can commit your theft.” She winked at Cora, who grinned.
Walda gave Beau a once-over, and then smiled. Granting him some sort of acceptance, though it wasn’t all the way through. She still had doubts and Beau could see it at the edges. He wasn’t offended. Cora was special and he understood they wanted to protect her. He might have some colorful moments in his past, but he hadn’t hid anything, most certainly not his feelings about Cora.
Her uncle came in to grab a beer, and then got into a very passionate discussion with Beau about dry rubs versus brines. Children came through, grabbing things to drink or snacks and before long, they were carrying bowls, plates and trays of food out to the massive table where everyone but the kids—who had their own table—got seated.
Her father said grace over the meal and like a switch had been flipped, the food began to make a slow circuit around as people began to pile their plates high.
“Will you be doing another series, Beau?” Beto asked.
“I hope so. I’m heading to New York early next month to meet with the network people so I can pitch my new idea,” Beau told them.
“I find it interesting that when Cora decides to stop traveling with me, you come into her life and travel all the time,” Walda said. “My daughter should wait around for you while you fly all over, surrounded by beautiful women who will tell you whatever you want to hear?”
“Mom, what the heck? That’s out of line,” Cora said, and Beau heard the disappointment there.
“It’s all right,” Beau told her before turning his attention to Walda. “The filming will be done here, in the house I just bought, so I’m fortunate I won’t have to travel for work that often. I’m also fortunate Cora loves to travel for pleasure as much as I do, so we’re hoping to get out there in the world within the next year.”
He wanted to keep underlining to her that he wasn’t going to get drawn into her games.
“That is fortunate,” John said. “Tell us about what sort of theme, if you can.”
* * *
BEAU DESCRIBED HIS show idea to her family, who, other than her mother, were interested and engaged, talking about their own lives and projects. Getting to know Beau because they could see he was different.
Walda was working Cora’s last nerve though. Picking and sighing, giving looks down her nose and just being a dick.
Cora had to admit Beau was really good at handling her mother by redirecting her. Not letting her needle him. But it needled Cora. Big-time.
Which her mother doubtless knew.
Still, her father and siblings were being very sweet and helping keep Walda in line even as they nosily collected data about Beau. And he remained adorable and sexy as he dealt with it. Perhaps he was imagining her mother to be one of his crazed fans.
She snickered and Beau turned to her, a questioning look on his face. “I amused myself. Sorry,” she told him.
“There’s a story I’m very sure.”
“There are millions of stories, Beau,” she said in a mock serious tone.
“Damn, I am hurtling toward falling into all kinds of love with you,” he murmured before brushing a kiss against her temple.
Touched and thrilled, she leaned into his touch, wanting him to know she was right there with him.
After dinner, Cora and her generation of cousins cleaned the kitchen and after portioning out leftovers, they put everything away and headed down into the basement, where her family had gathered.
A knot around the big television was in the process of getting a video game started. The card table was already full. Her father and uncle already teased one another and attempted trash talk. Her father was so silly, he failed terribly but all his taunts were wonderfully entertaining.
“I should have warned you to DVR any games you wanted to watch today,” Cora told him.
“I can watch sports twenty-four hours a day. I’m here with you and your family. I’m slightly drowsy and wishing I’d worn sweats because I shouldn’t have had that second helping of mashed potatoes and gravy.”
He was trying. Not uncomfortably so. Slightly awkward on both his side and her family’s. But it was the normal sort of awkward when someone brings a serious romantic interest to a family dinner.
“Let’s avoid video games then. The little kids like the games where you have to jump around. Last year I had to tap out or lose my meal,” Cora told him, aiming at the table where Finley sat with Beto. “What are we doing?” she asked as they sat.
“Beto won’t let me play Monopoly anymore,” her sister said with a glare at their brother.
“You bet your right to play it again away last year. I told you not to bet anything else and you would not stop. So we had to gang up on you so you had no choice but to forfeit your right to play it. You have a problem. You can’t play that game and be calm,” Beto told her with a shrug.
Beau snorted a laugh.
“Just because I’m passionate about it,” Finley started in.
“Passionate? You throw things,” Cora reminded her. “You get mean.”
“Mean?” Beau murmured.
“You’d never guess this, but our sweet-natured, mellow Finley has no self-control when it comes to certain games. Just two or three. A few years ago she told our mom the scarf she was wearing made her look old.”
“She lost her edge,” Finley said with a shoulder raise. “Our mother is really intense and competitive so I knew I had to shake her up. It worked and I won.”
They all laughed at that, Beau shaking his head at them.
Cora scanned the shelf of board games and reached out to grab Uno. “How about this? Fun. Fast paced. Not rage inducing.”
“I’ve only played this a few times. No card games in Road to Glory households. But a friend’s grandfather taught me a few. I’m always up for board games but only if you don’t throw things at me or insult my scarf,” Beau said.
Finley’s startled laugh brought their mother’s attention squarely to them once again.
Beau and her mother had done some complicated dance at dinner. She’d come in for an attack and he just flowed around her, deliberately not taking the bait. Walda had retreated but Cora knew it was only so she could watch her prey more closely to figure out her next steps.
“You look like you’re thinking uncharitable things about Mom,” Finley said in an undertone once she’d noted where Cora’s attention had been.
“She’s watching Beau so closely it’s making me nervous. She’s got that look about her.” Cora kept an eye on her mother. She wasn’t yet alarmed, but it paid to stay alert as Walda could go from zero to international incident in under fifteen minutes.
“Stop whispering. It’s rude. If you’re saying mean things you really need to share,” Beto told them.
“Deal the cards and stop trying to start trouble,” Cora told her brother.
After a few games of Uno, they moved on to Scrabble, which got very competitive so they created a game of insults where they had to use the words they played.
Beau soaked it all up in a way that told Cora board games weren’t any more a part of his childhood than cards had been. But that kid in him seemed to shine right through him each time he rolled dice or played his turn.
Soaked it up in a way that meant she’d be setting up regular game nights once he got settled in his new house. Have friends over, or visit round-robin style to eat, catch up and play. They could all get to know Beau better that way too. See his sweeter side.
Cora wanted everyone to understand just what a sentimental, soft underbelly Beau had.
When they finally got out of there six hours later, she appreciated him more than she ever had before. He showed perfect manners. Gave her father the bottle of port on the way out the door and as far as Cora could judge such things, she felt he’d gone a long way at showing her family just what a very nice guy he was.