"Che." Anderson picked his wine up again and drank more of it in one go than was strictly wise. "What do you really want, mother? I know you didn't travel all this way just to snoop and gossip. If you'd just wanted to know about my fiancé, you would have called."
She didn't reply, merely focused on taking several sips of wine, frowning hard between each one. Whatever thoughts she was gathering, Anderson was not in a hurry to hear them. Leaving her to it, he returned attention to Lynn. "Are you done yet, you useless kraken?"
"Harmony Sparkleson," Lynn said, still laughing, wiping tears from his face. "That's the name I'm putting on the wedding invitations."
"f**k you." Anderson shoved him off again when he tried to resume his seat. "You can't put a name that's not mine on our wedding inv
