“He told me.”
“His father has two brothers, George and Grant.” Allen nodded across the room where another older man that looked like George Lassiter sat. “Since he doesn’t have any kids of his own, George treats Eron like a son.”
“Aunt Susan sure filled you in!”
Allen shrugged. “She does what she can.”
Garrett scanned the room until he found Eron sitting with his date. Garrett racked his brain to remember her name. Mary something. Mary Catherine? Mary Gayle? No, Mary Ellen. That’s right.
Eron glanced over at him for a brief moment, and nodded. Earlier at the church, and again at the bar, Eron had peered right through him with his gorgeous blue eyes. Eron took a drink, his eyes twinkling over the top of his glass.
Garrett tore his gaze away. His face grew warm and the sweat gathered in his armpits. As flattering as Eron’s attention was, he couldn’t stand it.