Chapter 11
I sat on the divan in the parlor while mother and son conferred over a pile of herbs. I didn’t really pay attention to their conversation, my mind still reeling from the new information. And, yeah, I had freaked just a bit at meeting my boyfriend’s mother for the first time. I knew from Wes’s stories that they were close. I wanted to make a good impression, and feared I was failing miserably.
“You okay?” Wes asked, his deep voice pulling me out of my thoughts.
I nodded, though we both knew that was a lie. “Hey, I need to ask you something.”
Wes smirked. “I imagine you want to ask me a lot of somethings.”
“Yeah, well.” I dismissed that with a flutter of my hand. “This is the most important thing. We’ll get to the fighting about you keeping this from me later.”
Wes nodded so
