Blair had looked away from Karen. She had stared in the opposite direction, her blood boiling. Honestly? She didn’t really have a reason to be that upset. Karen had a valid point, her mother’s bedroom was her private area and Blair had just shown up. She thought she felt a hint of jealousy, which could be cause for the sour mood. Blair was used to being the center of Dani’s attention and from the looks of things, she now had to share.<br/><br/>Blair’s attention snapped back to Karen, the woman’s words causing Blair’s eyes to narrow. She claimed this wasn’t her house, but Blair completely disagreed. Her may not be on the deed as Karen’s apparently was, but she grew up in that house. She made many memories in that house. Some women had come and gone here and there, but it was always just Blair and her mother. Blair had a feeling that she knew jealousy was exactly why she was so upset. She wouldn’t admit that, though, even if it did become obvious to others.<br/><br/>As Karen continued, replaying the events of her accident, Blair’s expression slightly softened. She remembered that race. Blair remember watching it on television, mesmerized and concerned for The Stack. She recalled her injuries being severe enough to take her out of the races. And now, after a two-year disappearance, Karen Stack was dating her mother. Or as she claimed, they fell in love with each other. As Karen continued, Blair actually began to relax. It really was none of her business what her mother was doing with her life.<br/><br/>And then Blair’s attitude came back. She couldn’t believe Karen had just blamed that entire situation on her. She was only trying to surprise her mother! And now expected Blair to just forget the entire thing? Not happening. Not until she spoke with her mother, at least. Blair wanted to ensure her mother was truly happy with this woman before, as Karen put it, starting from scratch. “Hi. I’m Blair Stephens, photographer, student, and overprotective daughter,” Blair retorted, refusing to take Karen’s hand.<br/><br/>Moments later, footsteps on the stairs alerted the ladies Danielle was making her way to them. Blair’s features softened a bit as the biker stood to make room for her mother. Blair had to admit, Karen was fairly intimidating. Even she wasn’t immune to the very attractive appeal of the leather. It was a thought that Blair quickly pushed aside. She gave a quick shake of her head at Karen’s question of her pizza preferences, easily answering both questions; she wasn’t a picky eater.<br/><br/>With a heavy sigh, Blair uncrossed her legs and leaned back in the sofa again when she was alone. Just as her mother stepped into the lounge, she brought her legs up on the sofa and folded them towards her side so that she half-sat on her hip. Her mother meant everything to her. While the same couldn’t be said during her childhood, she couldn’t be upset with her. Blair offered her mom a smile and answered, “I’m okay, Mom. Promise. Don’t apologize. Honestly, I should have knocked. Or at least called, but I wanted to surprise you.”<br/><br/>When Dani sat on the sofa, Blair turned her torso towards her. Blair held her mother’s hand, returning the gentle squeeze as a promise that she truly was okay. “I do have some questions, but I want to make sure you’re happy first. I know you said you are, and from what I’ve seen she seems to care for you. But the way she ordered you around a little earlier… are you sure you’re happy, Mom? Are you okay?”