She touched my hair again, and I felt my eyes start to burn.
Shit, had a frog taken up lodging in my throat? I swallowed around it, not that it seemed to do much good. Finally I managed to get out, “Uh…Do you live with Hyde?”
“Oh, no. I have my own place, so you won’t have to worry about sharing your home with your mother-in-law.”
“Mrs. Wyndham—”
“Do you think you might call me Mom?”
“Hyde and I aren’t getting married.”
“Are you sure?” She chuckled. “In that case, call me Delphie.”
“I—”
“Kipp, come and meet your uncle.” Thank God! Granddad to the rescue, interrupting this conversation.
“Please excuse me?”