“Is that a new blush?” Wyatt teased with a pointed look at my pink cheeks. “I don’t blame you, though.” He sipped his drink and checked out Elio as he walked past me toward his father. “I realize I wouldn’t say no to that either.”
“Nice to know we have the same taste.”
“That we do.”
“Any sign of—”
“Your mother? Yes,” he pointed toward the bar, “she and her entourage arrived ten minutes ago.”
“Am I all right?” I stepped back for him to give me the once-over in case I was missing something.
“s*x looks good on you.” He winked at my startled expression. “You look stunning as always. Go on.”
“Oh, no.” I took his hand. “You’re coming.”
Elenora turned when Oscar let her know I was coming up from behind. I wasn’t sure how to greet her, so I kept a small distance between us.
“You look love
