Chapter 17
“Why do you need to talk to me, Mrs. Montgomery?” I asked, trying to figure out why she would ever want to talk to me. The woman hated me, something she’d never tried to hide. Why make nice?
“You need to stay away from my son,” she said angrily. Her face twisted into a nasty scowl that didn’t go with her floral print dress. Her brown hair was streaked with grey and all twisted into another neat bun just above her neck. She was carrying a large bright blue purse and wore the same gold chain necklace with a cross hanging from it.
Overall she looked like a nice woman, but that look on her face put me back in my place within her world. I was the enemy, and she wasn’t going to stand by any longer and let me win.
“Mrs. Montgomery, with all due respect, Drew is a grown man. He can
