“Work. I thought I would drop in for a quick visit. I heard voices coming from the back garden, so I introduced myself. Anyway, long story short, these lovely people have invited me to dinner. That is if you don't object.”
Object! Why would I object? My heart was thumping and inside my head, I was doing the happy dance. “Sure, we've got extra. I'm just about ready to bring it down. Can you get the barbecue going?”
“No need, Jim already started it.”
“Thanks, Jim.”
“Sure thing,” Jim nodded and turned my mother toward the gardens. They strolled over to the bench where I usually took my morning coffee and sat, their backs towards us.
“Let me help,” Aaron called as he started up the stairs.
I wanted to throw myself into his arms, but two things prevented me from doing this. First and fore
