Maria.I stood at the kitchen counter chopping vegetables for dinner when I heard the front door open. Nia walked in first with that bright smile she always had when she was excited. Right behind her came Tristan. He was tall. His shoulders were broad and he carried himself with the easy confidence of someone who knew he looked good. He was twenty three. I was forty two. Five years divorced and my body reacted in a way I had not expected.Nia said, “Mom, this is Tristan. Tristan, this is my mom Maria.”Tristan stepped forward and held out his hand. His grip was firm and warm. “It is really nice to meet you, Maria,” he said. His eyes met mine and stayed there a moment longer than they needed to. I felt a sudden heat low in my belly. My nipples tightened under my thin shirt. I had not felt that quick rush in a very long time.I smiled at him and kept my voice steady. “It is nice to meet you too, Tristan. Nia has told me a lot about you. Come on in and make yourself comfortable.”We move
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