Alicia smiled at Richard, his concern for her and the twins was just part of the reason why she had never truly felt like a single parent. “Whether he minds or not, that isn’t anything you should worry about,” she assured him. “That’s all on me, however, I don’t see why he would. Besides, he would never get to dictate who I can or cannot spend time with, and that goes for who spends time with the twins, too. They’d miss you, you know? But I’ll be sure to let you know and coordinate schedules and all that.”
Listening to Rich’s suggestion, Alicia’s lips started twitching slightly, trying to contain the grin that was lurking as she wondered how she could have ever thought something this simple a problem at all. “We’ve been doing lunches and drinks and dinners as friends since he stank up my office with his brewing a couple of years ago,” she laughed lightly. “I think the society column has deemed us wastes of time when it comes to gossip. Maybe I’ll just let the twins in on it. Then everybody will know in a matter of days, at most.” Thanking the waitress when she brought them their drinks, she took a sip of hers and turned her attention back to Richard. “Enough of that. So, what’s in store for Mister R. Summerby now that you’ll be in London regularly?”