Free Mick Sinatra 3: His Lady, His Children, and Sal by Mallory Monroe

too,” proclaimed Ursula.
    “Me three,” Cathleen chimed in.
    “Oh, well,” Hillary said.   “Maybe she isn’t as special to him as he’s
letting on.”
    But all three of them knew Mick’s actions didn’t
bear that out.   Not the way he raced
outside to greet her as if he couldn’t bear her showing up anywhere near them
alone.   And the way he was now opening
her car door, and helping her out, and giving her a long, passionate kiss as
she stood in his arms.   And the look of
her.
    Cathleen all but declared she was nothing to write
home about, insisting she was not in their league in the looks department, but
both Hillary and Ursula now realized that was a lie.   The woman was gorgeous.   No ands, ifs, or buts about it.   And she looked far younger than they had
assumed her to be.
    “How old is she?” Ursula asked.
    “Joey says she’s thirty-three or thirty-four,”
Cathleen said.   “I can’t remember which
one he said.   But she looks much
older.   Doesn’t she?”
    The reverse was true, and even Cathleen knew it, but
the other two mothers kept up her charade.   “Much older,” Hillary agreed.
    Outside, Mick placed his arm around Roz’s waist and
escorted her toward the front door.   “You
aren’t worried?” he asked her.
    “No,” Roz admitted.   “I’m not worried.   Would I rather
have a root canal?   Yes.   But I’m not worried.”
    Mick laughed, and the Butler escorted them in.
    The three mothers had returned to their seat on the
couch, with looks of derision from their sons, as Mick and Roz walked in.   Joey, Gloria, and Teddy were still standing
up, and each gave Roz a warm embrace.   Mick, to his credit, Roz thought, didn’t bother to do any formal
introduction with the women.   He didn’t
attempt to rub it in.   But he, instead,
sat Roz down on the sofa beside him.   His
big arm was partially on top of her arm, as if he was her shield of
protection.   Gloria remained on the sofa
at Mick’s side.   Joey sat beside Roz.
    “So you’re Rosalind Graham,” Hillary said.
    Roz knew the woman was well aware that she was a
Sinatra now, but she didn’t bother to correct her.   Mick, however, did.   “Her name is Rosalind Sinatra,” he said.   “She’s my wife.”
    Hillary’s lips tightened, and so did Cathleen’s, but
Ursula smiled.   “It’s nice to finally
meet you, Mrs. Sinatra,” Ursula decided to say.   “I’m Ursula.   Though most people
just call me Sue. Theodore has spoken very highly of you.”
    “It’s nice to meet you, Sue,” Roz responded.   “And you’ve raised a very special young
man.   Teddy’s a gem.”
    Ursula smiled. “I agree.   And thank you for the compliment.”
    Cathleen and Hillary wanted to throw up, Mick could
tell, and their looks alone made it worth the price of admission for him.   But the fun didn’t last.   The chef informed them that dinner was
served, and they all made their way into the dining room.
    Mick was placed at the head of the table, Cathleen
at the other head, and Roz was bookended by Hillary and Ursula, with the
children on the opposite side of the table seated together.
    But after dinner, Teddy, Gloria, and Joey had lives
to live and left as quickly as they could.   Mick and Roz wanted out too, but the mothers requested an additional few
minutes.
    They settled back into the living room, with the
mothers on one sofa, and Mick and Roz on the sofa across from them.
    “The reason we wanted to come together,” Cathleen
said, “is to get a better picture of everybody’s standing.”
    Mick and Roz stared at the mothers.   They weren’t about to help them along.
    “Specifically,” Cathleen continued, “the children.”
    “We need to know where we stand,” Hillary said.
    “We need to know our standing,” Cathleen echoed.
    “You stand,” Mick said, “wherever the fuck you wanna
stand.”
    Hillary shook her head. She hated dealing with
him!   “What percentage of your money is
she