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"'Mrs. Smith'?" Tracy said, breaking the comfortable silence.

Andy shrugged. "I admit its generic, but it was all I could think of at the time. I could have called you 'Mrs. Wilson,' but I thought you wanted something different from our usual movies."

Tracy planted the hand holding the brush against her hip and arched an eyebrow. "But my boss's last name?"

Andy thought a moment. He couldn't help grinning. It didn't even occur to him at the time, but now he couldn't resist saying, "Aw, Mom, you have nothing to be worried about. Honestly, who in their right mind finds a leggy blonde with a great rack attractive?"

Tracy mimed throwing the brush at him. Andy laughed.

He reached for her, took her in his arms. With a kiss he said, "I have always preferred brunettes, Mom."

"Mmm-hmm," she said, kissing him back. "Believe me, I know. And I appreciate that." She paused, kissed him again, and then with a serious expression said, "What about that blonde from earlier?"

"Lucy?" Andy said. "Let's not start that again." He glanced at his watch. "I have a class in like twenty minutes. I don't think I have time to grab that bite."

Tracy stepped back. She seemed about to press the Lucy issue, but quickly relented, perhaps sensing that this was not the time for that argument. "You will eat something, though?"

"Yes," Andy said with an exaggerated sigh.

"I can't help it. I'm still your mother."

"I know," Andy said, kissing her again. This time he tasted her tongue.

"Save it for later, Romeo," Tracy said with a laugh, gently pushing him away. "Go grab a quick bite and get to class. I'll go home and have dinner ready for you. I'm thinking pasta. You're going to need the carbs."

Andy chuckled. He reluctantly removed his hand from his mother's hip and grabbed his bag. She gathered her own things and they stepped out of the classroom, after Andy checked to make sure the coast was clear.

They parted outside, Tracy sending him on his way although he wanted to walk her to her car. "Thanks for coming by today, Mom," he said. He clearly wanted to lean in and give her one of his best kisses, but being in public made him hesitate.

Tracy poked him in the shoulder. "Be good," she said. She softened her mild rebuke with a saucy smile. "I'll have a treat for you when you get home."