She opened the front door to find, Holly Bana, Matthew’s stepmom on the front door.
“Mrs. Bana,” she said.
“Please, call me, Holly.” She held a box in her hand. “I baked some cookies.”
“For the food blog?”
“Ah, yes, I did, but actually, no, I baked them for you. This morning.”
Duke must have told her she was back.
“Oh, er, thanks.” She took the offered box of cookies. “My parents aren’t here.”
“Oh, I know. I came by to see you.”
“Oh.”
Holly smiled.
Why was Matthew’s stepmom coming to see her?
You’d find out if you opened the door and stopped being rude.
There was no choice. Holly was being nice, and she had the whole box of cookies. Was that why she was doing it? The cookies?
Luna stepped back from the door, inviting Holly in. She smiled and entered, thanking her. This was all very proper.
Luna closed the door. “Er, would you like a coffee?”
“Yes, that would be lovely.”
She nodded and walked toward the kitchen. The coffee pot was empty, so she got to work filling it with the coffee blend her parents liked. “Thank you for the cookies.”
“I hope you like them.”
She had no doubt that she would. With the coffee pot percolating, she turned back toward Holly. There was not enough noise. “So, you came to see me.”
“Yes, I did. I wanted to know how you were doing.”
“I’m doing fine. You?” Luna asked.
“Yes, I’m very well, thank you. Mary and I are busy working and all that.”
“I heard about your blog doing well. I used to visit it when I was in college. You had the budget section. It helped to find the right recipes to use, and you know, save money.” The food was always delicious.
“That is— Thank you,” Holly said. “Mary and I have poured our hearts and souls into this blog. It is amazing to knowothers love it as well.”
Talking about the food blog was easy. It was a safe topic. An easy topic. “I also noticed you placed a vegan, like, subsection thing.”
Holly smiled. “Yes, we did. Anna, Landon’s old lady, doesn’t eat meat or dairy. She’s a vegan. Mary and I adore the challenge. Also, we didn’t like that Anna would avoid most of our food. It’s the blogger within us.”
Luna nodded. There was a lot of excitement about the blog.
She had run out of questions and points to make about it. Now there was silence again.
“I don’t mean to be rude, but, er, why, have you come around?” Luna asked.
“I wanted to talk to you, actually.” Holly tucked some hair behind her ear. “Matthew is working hard for the Trojans MC. He’s a prospect right now.”