Always

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Book: Always Read Free
Author: Jezebel Jorge
Tags: Witches, spirits, empath, medium, pro wrestling, Mothers' Day, love child
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never be able to have.
    “I believe she likes you,” he said, patting
his mom’s back as he took a seat between her and his mother.
    “I’m pretty sure this is the sweetest baby
I’ve ever seen,” she said, absolutely beaming at Amalie. “I would
say the cutest, but seeing as she looks exactly like me, that might
be considered vain.”
    “I was so hoping she’d take after her Da
Da,” Odessa said, inserting her foot in her mouth and not even
realizing it.
    Graham studied his mother’s face and then
his daughter’s. He did see the resemblance. They did both have the
same chestnut brown hair, hawkish narrow eyes and strong chin. The
same chin he looked at in the mirror every morning and almost the
same eyes, although both of their peepers were more hazel than
blue.
    “She really does favor you,” he said.
    Odessa stared much to intently at his mom.
“Maybe so. At least she’s not quite as homely as Graham’s other
kid.”
    “Dess.” Graham squeezed her knee under the
table just as, much to his relief, the waitress arrived to take
their drink orders.”
    “Water, please,” Dess said, before giving
him her pouty look.
    “I believe I’ll have a gin and ginger,” his
mom said.
    Dess nodded with approval. “Oh, that sounds
delish, me too.”
    “And you, sir?” the waitress asked.
    “Sweet tea.”
    “Party pooper,” Dess admonished.
    “Son, it’s okay if you want to have a
drink.” His mom tilted her head and smiled encouragingly. “I think
we might all need a little something to take the edge off.”
    He didn’t have to be asked twice. “Make that
a Jack and Coke, then.”
    Dess patted his thigh under the table and
rewarded him with a genuine smile. “Now that’s better.”
    There was an awkward silence as all of them
pretended to be busy scanning their menus instead of addressing the
real issue of a woman other than his wife and the baby at the table
with them.
    “Are y’all ready to order?” the waitress
asked after serving their drinks.
    “I am,” his mom said. “I’ll have the beef
tips, medium well.”
    Graham glanced at Dess over the top of his
menu, hoping she wasn’t going to make a scene over them eating what
she referred to as dead cow. She didn’t meet his gaze, seeming to
be more interested in her drink than her lunch options.
    “Can I get mashed potatoes instead of
baked?” his mom added. “My grandbaby might want a few bites.”
    “Sure,” the waitress said, before turning
her attention to Dess. “What can I get for you, ma’am?”
    “I’m not hungry,” Dess said.
    “How about a baked potato?” Graham
suggested, not wanting her drinking on an empty stomach.
    “I’ll just have another drink.”
    “She’ll have a baked potato,” Graham said,
ordering for her.
    “Loaded?” the waitress asked.
    “Yes,” he said, thinking that’s what Dess
would be if he didn’t get some food in her soon.
    “And another drink,” Dess added.
    “What would you like?” the waitress’s face
suddenly lit up with recognition. “You’re that wrestler, aren’t
you? Graham Edwards. My grandpa used to take me to see you wrestle
at the Armory when I was just a little kid.”
    Dess laughed so hard he was surprised she
didn’t spew gin all over the table. She politely wiped her mouth
and said, “He’s aged well, hasn’t he?”
    “I’ll say.” She nodded in agreement.
    Dess quickly reached for his hand, all of a
sudden acting all possessive about a young girl paying him an
offhanded compliment.
    “That’s my boy,” his mom agreed.
    Graham let go of Dess’s hand and took a
soothing sip of his drink. His mouth was watering for a big juicy
steak, but instead he went with something safe and ordered eggplant
Parmesan.
    “What?” His mom gave him a puzzled look.
“You’re not getting your usual rib eye?”
    “No, I’m in the mood for some pasta.” He
downed a more manly sip of Jack, and before the waitress could
gather up their menus, he added, “I believe I’ll

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