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She holds my gaze for a long moment before looking away.
A grin spreads across Spencer’s face. “Well, there you have it, folks. I think we’re done here.” He hands the letter to the attorney so they can review it, and then turns and kisses me on the mouth. In front of my mother, and I don’t even care.
I want to cry, but I have to keep it all together. This isn’t quite over, not yet.
When I break away from Spencer, Mother is standing, holding her purse in a tight grip.
“Gentlemen,” I say to Spencer and the attorney. “Can I speak with my mother alone for a minute?”
They exit to the waiting area.
Mother sits back in the chair, expression smooth and unreadable. Maybe it’s the Botox.
I’m not sure what to say or where to start, but then she speaks.
“That man is not good for you. You can do better.”
“He’s a hot lawyer who treats me like a queen and gives me unlimited orgasms. How could I possibly do better?”
“Don’t be disgusting. I don’t know why you never dated Hudson Connors.”
“Because he’s like a brother to me, and he’s a playboy and a total ass.” I hold up a hand. “I don’t want to talk about my life. It’s none of your concern. What is your concern is my money, and how you have been overly involved in managing my affairs.”
“I’ve always done what is in your best interest.”
“Thank you. But now it’s my turn. I’m no longer a child. I will hire my own financial firm, and you will not interfere.”
Her eyes harden. “Or what?”
I hold her gaze. “Or I stop letting you be part of my life at all. I want to have a better relationship with you, but I can’t do that if you are going to try and dictate the terms of my life.”
She frowns. “You’re being dramatic.”
“I’m being clear.”
“You’re making a mistake.”
“I don’t think so. We’re done here.”
She smooths her coat, collects her bag, and looks at me one last time.
She leaves.
I exhale, shaky.
The front door opens and shuts.
A few seconds later, Spencer comes into the room and his arms are around me. “I’m so proud of you. That was perfect.”
I lean against his chest and shut my eyes. No. It’s not perfect, but life rarely is. It probably isn’t over between Mom and me, but that’s okay.
Because now I am in charge of my life.
I chose me.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Spencer
