Jeremiah was instantly grateful he hadn’t had a card trick ready for Shannon the moment she opened the door. He’d thought about it. Even had the cards in his hand, but he slipped them into his back pocket when he saw the other woman open the door.
A blip of irritation ran through him. Would he ever get Shannon when he knocked on her door? And were they eating brunch with her mother?
“Hello,” Jeremiah said, turning on the charm. “I’m Jeremiah Yeates.” He extended his hand, and her mom took it. “You must be Shannon’s mother.”
“How do you know that?” she asked, and even her voice sounded the same.
“Well, she obviously gets her beautiful black hair from you,” he said with a smile. “And I think it’s the eyes.” He squinted as if he couldn’t see her eyes. “Yeah, I definitely think so. Cheryl
