“Of course it’s my business, Griffin,”

his mother dismissed scathingly. “You’re my son.”

“But being your son does not give you the right—especially at thirty-four years of age!—to choose my friends for me! Or the woman I marry,” he added forcefully.

“But—”

“You seem determined that I marry someone, Mother, so—” he moved slightly so that he could place his arm around Dora’s shoulders “—I would like you to meet your future daughter-in-law, Isadora Baxter!”

Dora drew in a sharp breath, not sure who was the more shocked by his triumphant announcement—his mother or herself!

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