When I walked into the house, a well-dressed man with salt-and-pepper hair sat in the living room. He stood as I approached.
“You must be Kerrie Ann.” He extended his hand. “My name is Walter.”
“Nice to meet you.” I slipped my hand into his. Right away, I noticed the quality cuff link and the tattoo peeking out from his shirt sleeve.
He gave me a knowing smile. “A mistake of my youth.”
Mistake, my ass. What else was he hiding beneath the elegant exterior? He was a little too debonair for my mother. I wasn’t saying she wasn’t good enough for him. On the contrary, the man was too damn slick.
Thankfully, Mom came into the room and saved me from voicing my opinion in front of him. “I see you’ve met Walter.”
Forcing a smile, I said, “Yes. And I’m glad you won’t be alone tonight. Will you walk me out, Mom?”
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