Her Sexiest Mistake

'Damn it, I love you back.' She hung up.

Then dialed a local hotel she often used for business. No availability. A few minutes later she discovered why, after calling her way through the phonebook. Thanks to some geek/tech convention that had come to town, there wasn't a single hotel worth staying in within thirty miles that had availability, and she was not going to a motel, thank you very much.

If it had been just herself, Mia might have taken her credit card and her weary soul off to the Bahamas until she could deal with her issues, but she had Hope.

And Hope had school.

Finally she escaped the building she would have sworn she loved being inside more than life itself and took her first deep breath of the day, even if it was pure smog.

She drove straight to Tess's. 'I need a pound of cookie dough,' she said when Tess opened her door. 'And a spoon.'

Mike peeked out over Tess's shoulder with a grin on his face. He smiled at Mia, kissed Tess, and then, with a wave, left.

Mia watched him go, then looked at Tess. She wore a matching grin to Mike's, flour smudged on her cheek, and sported a suspicious-looking red spot on her throat that screamed I just had sex. When Mia shot her a bland smile, Tess covered her red cheeks with her hands. 'So I needed some cheering up.'

'I didn't say a word.'

'Honey, you speak volumes with the mere arch of a brow.'

'Look, a good cheer-up requires chocolate, not a penis.'

'Hello Mrs. Pot. Meet Kettle.'

Mia let out a sigh. 'I'm just worried about your tender heart getting broken.'

'Well, don't.' Tess's smile faded and so did some of her glow. She turned away and went into the tiny kitchen and began to measure ingredients. 'I'm just having fun. I'm not going to let my heart get involved.'

Mia squeezed into the kitchen and hopped up onto the counter. 'That's new.'

'Yeah, well, maybe things change.'

'Like what things?'

'Like maybe he has a bazillion women to chose from and I'm fairly worthless at the moment,' Tess said quietly, mixing dry ingredients in a bowl.

'What?' Fury rose hard and fast. 'You're not worthless, and if he said-'

'No. He adores me. He's sweet and kind and sexy and funny, and makes me feel like I'm the most important thing on the planet.'

'But…?' Mia asked, reaching for a bowl that looked finished. She fished a wooden spoon out of the canister and dug in. 'Because I'm feeling like there's a big ‘but' here.'

Tess shook her head. 'It's nothing.'

'Tell me.'

'Other women text-message him, or at least one did. I read it. It said Come do me.'

'What?'

'He was so embarrassed, and deleted it right away. He told me that he's led a fairly wild past and that sometimes that past comes up and bites him on the ass, but that's he's changed. That since me, he's changed.'

'And you believe him?'

Tess stared at her, then shook her head. 'I want to.'

'Oh, Tess.'

'Look, I'm getting ready for the unemployment line, okay? I don't have a lot of time to stress about this.'

A stab of guilt pierced Mia's heart. 'Collect unemployment because Dickhead is an asshole, but we're going to make this cookie dough thing work. I've made a bunch of calls. I have a few clients interested in using the dough as charity fund-raisers. They're going to call you.'

'Oh, Mia. Thank you-'

'I don't want your thanks. After all you've ever done for me? My God. I'd do anything.'

'Stop.' She began to pour the dough into the pound-size containers she sold to her customers.

Mia dug into hers and moaned out loud. White chocolate chip. 'Oh, my God. That's better than sex.'

Tess laughed. 'No, it's not.'

Mia thought of Kevin and how good he felt buried deep inside her, and felt a shiver rack her. 'Okay, not quite. But close. Seriously, you're going to be the Mrs. Fields of cookie dough.'

Tess grinned. 'I want to be.'

'You need a bigger kitchen.'

'Yeah, but the start-up cost-'

'I'll lend it to you. No, don't say no yet,' she said quickly when Tess opened her mouth. 'Just think about it. Cookie dough in malls across the country… you'll make millions.'

'I don't need millions,' Tess said softly. 'Just enough to get by on so that I could stay home with my babies.'

'Babies!' Mia grabbed her shoulders. 'You're not-'

'No. But someday…'

'You are not thinking of having babies with Mike.' But the look on Tess's face said it all. 'Shit.' Mia dug for another big spoonful of dough. 'That's insane.' The sugar rush began, but she took yet another. 'Utterly and totally insane. I mean, sure, he's cute and sexy as hell, I'll give you that. But the text messages-'

'You should have seen his face, Mia. He was horrified that I would think he was with another woman during this time he'd been with me. He wanted me to believe him.'

'And you do.'

She sighed. 'He doesn't know it yet, but yes. I think I do. Don't say it's too soon.'

'Can I just think it?'

'I have so much going on. I need you. I need your help.'

Mia's gut twisted. 'I'm right here. For anything. You know that.'

'I know. I'm blessed, because Mike said the same thing.' When she saw Mia's face, she smiled. 'You know, it's okay to lean on a man once in a while.'

'Why would you want to lean on anyone?' Mia asked a bit desperately, thinking of Kevin and how she'd had the urge to do just that. 'And how do you really know it's okay?' she whispered.

'You have to trust.' Reaching over, Tess squeezed her hand. 'Let your guard down once in a while.'

Mia stuffed another spoonful of dough in her mouth, then looked at her watch and groaned. 'I've gotta go. I have to run a few errands, find a hotel, pick up the kid, then work some more. Damn it.'

'You used to love your work.'

Yeah, and wasn't that yet another worry. Something was happening to her neat and tidy world, something not so neat or tidy at all…

***

Mia raced out of Tess's place and ran her errands; the printing shop for the new Runner posters that she'd had made, the shoe-repair shop where she'd turned in the Manolos with the broken heel, the dry cleaners…

By the time she finished, she had five minutes to pick up Hope before the teen center closed. She had no idea what happened if she was late, but just thinking about it brought back memories of her mother being late to pick her up from school. She could remember sitting on the curb all alone, an hour or more after the bell had rung, feeling as if no one gave a shit.

God. If she did that to Hope… She popped open her cell phone and dialed Hope's while navigating the 134 east.