Wyatt knew his mother had said something. What, he didn’t know. But Deirdre had been white as a sheet when he’d turned back to the table. “Are you okay?” he asked, knowing he’d asked her a couple of times already.
“Your mother—something she said….”
Wyatt exhaled. “What was it? She just says stuff sometimes.”
Deirdre’s hands wound around and around each other, and Wyatt had never seen her do that before. “Hey,” he said, reaching over and taking one of her hands in his. “What did she say?”
“She said you’re not willing to be with anyone but Christine.”
His heart shot to the back of his throat and then fell to his feet. “Well, that’s just not true.”
“It’s not?”
“Deirdre,” he said, not wanting to be angry at her. He was frustrated with the situation though. He didn’t want to leave the fa
