10
Mateo stuck around to make sure Abigail was settled for the night before taking his leave. He opened the door, prepared to step out when his mother followed him. Her knowing expression was obvious beneath the light coming from the porch.
“We need to talk,” she said, tucking a springy curl behind her ear and folding her arms to ward off the chill. It wasn’t too cold, but her outfit of a spaghetti strap shirt and Parker’s jersey pants wouldn’t help to keep her warm.
“What are you doing, ma? Go back inside.”
“Not before you tell me what is going on between you and Abigail.”
“Nothing. I already told you. She hurt herself and I brought her here so she wouldn’t be alone.”
“Yeah, but how did she hurt her ankle and why were you anywhere near an engaged woman at this time of the night?”
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