Free Love Enough For Two (Love Inspired) by Cynthia Rutledge

answered her mother’s question about the timing of Maddie’s allergy medication and then spoke with her daughter briefly before hanging up. She handed the phone back to Libby.
    “Is everything okay with Maddie?” Libby asked.
    Sierra smiled, remembering how her daughter had chattered happily about her evening with her grandmother. “She’s fine. She and my mother are having a great time.”
    Libby nodded absently, her attention focused on Matt and his sister.
    “Who’s the handsome hunk you were talking to?” Libby asked.
    “You don’t recognize him?” Sierra asked in surprise. “Everyone says he’s the spitting image of his father.”
    Libby’s gaze returned to the dark-haired young man. “Lawrence Dixon’s son?”
    Sierra nodded.
    “Who’s the girl?”
    Sierra lifted her glass of tea that the waitress had refilled and took a drink before she answered. “That’s his sister, Tori.”
    “His sister?” Libby shook her head. “Having dinner with a woman you’re related to is a complete waste of those good looks.”
    Libby took a sip of water and studied Matt beneath lowered lashes. “He’s so cute. I can’t believe he’s not involved.”
    “He’s so arrogant, who would want him?” Sierra said.
    Libby smiled, her appreciative gaze still lingering on Matt. “You’d be surprised. I can think of a dozen women off the top of my head who’d like him.”
    Something in her friend’s voice made Sierra pause. “Are you saying you want him? ’Cuz if you do, you’re welcome to him.”
    Libby laughed out loud. “In case you’ve forgotten, I have Carson. I can only concentrate on one man at a time.”
    Sierra wondered how she could have forgotten. After all, Carson Davies was all Libby talked about lately. Only in his late twenties, he already owned a restaurant on the pier. He was also Libby’s boss for the summer. With his sun-bleached blond hair and a surfer’s body, the guy had captured Libby’s attention from the moment she’d walked through the door pretending to be Sierra.
    “Besides,” Libby added, “Matt is your boyfriend.”
    Sierra thought about arguing the point, but what did it matter?
    The “William Tell Overture” filled the air and Libby reached for her cell phone.
    Sierra frowned. “It’s not my mother, is it?”
    Libby glanced down at the phone. “I’m not sure who it is.”
    “Hello,” Libby said, then rolled her eyes, pointed a finger to her chest and mouthed the word “mother.”
    Sierra sat back in her chair and studied the tourists passing by on the street until Libby hung up.
    “That was the weirdest call,” Libby said.
    Sierra lifted an eyebrow.
    “I can’t believe it. Mother really is interested in the Child Advocacy Center,” Libby said. “She called to find out if I’d met with Matt Dixon yet.”
    Stella Carlyle inched up a notch in Sierra’s estimation. It was nice to know the woman wasn’t as shallow as she’d always thought.
    “Mother seemed truly interested,” Libby repeated.
    “She wanted to hear every detail of our meeting. For a second I wondered if she trusted the man. But I think she was just curious about everything. She even wanted to know what Matt looked like.”
    Sierra’s eyebrows drew together. “What does it matter what he looks like?”
    “It doesn’t.” Libby lifted one shoulder in a slight shrug. “But then it doesn’t really matter what the outside of the Center looks like and she wanted to know all about that, too.”
    “You let her know that Matt was doing a good job, didn’t you?” Sierra didn’t know why she asked, other than she knew how important this project was to him.
    Libby nodded. “I said he was doing a fabulous job. Didn’t you hear me bragging him up?”
    “What did Stella say to that?”
    “She seemed pleased,” Libby said. “Especially when I told him that I thought we worked well together. I even mentioned that I hit it off so well that we’ve started seeing each other socially.”
    Sierra