“What is she telling you?” I whisper-yell, partially dying inside over everything she’s oversharing with him.

By the time he hangs up, he’ll probably know who my first kiss was, that I wore braces forever, and was a total dork in high school.

His grin just widens when he knows I’m curious. “I know. Definitely.” His eyes meet and hold mine again. “She said yes and I had to jump at the chance before she realized I wasn’t worthy of her.”

He laughs loudly but sincerely. Clearly, my mom has turned on her own charm with him because his cheeks are heating and he’s running a hand over the back of his neck.

“She does work too hard. But sometimes dreams are that way. Hmm, yes. But don’t worry. I’ll be convincing her to hire some help for the shop so she can breathe a bit easier.” He barks out another laugh. “And yes, to have more time to make grandbabies for you, although I’m a firm believer in enjoying your marriage first.”

My face feels like a furnace just exploded in my head and no doubt my cheeks are beet red. My mother is talking to Jase about sex. About babies. About . . . can I just die now?

Please.

“Sounds good. I look forward to officially meeting you too. We’ll figure it out. I promise.” He holds the phone out to me and I shake my head violently. I am not prepared for the lie-fest to my mother. Especially when I’m standing in a towel and his eyes are as hungry as they are. “She’s right here. Yes.”

I level him with a glare as he hands me the phone. I push the mute button. “I told you not to give it to me.”

His grin falls lopsided. “I’m just hoping you get so wrapped up in talking to her that your towel falls loose.”

I roll my eyes and laugh. Such a guy. But damn his words make me feel good. I unmute the call as I hold the towel in place with my other hand. He made me talk to my mom. He’s not seeing shit.

“Mom. Hi. I knew you’d be calling.”

“You said for me to know that you were okay. You didn’t tell me you were marrying a rock star,” she screeches. “I’m beginning to think we don’t communicate well.”

“Oh, Mom.” I sigh, but my smile is real. As is the pat on my ass that Jase gives as he walks by.