With my vision restored and my legs somewhat steady, I look to the woman’s voice, and a young beautiful woman stares back at me.
She is radiant, her skin the colour of honey with a slight glow. “I am sorry love. My son has no idea how to treat a lady.” She sends a glare his way. Chris does not look affected or ashamed. In fact, he is smiling.
“Come take a walk with me.” She links her arm through mine before I have the chance to object.
“Mother, I need to take her back.”
“I would love to take a walk with you, Mrs. Michael,” I say sweetly, playing on his annoyance.
“Good. Chris, do whatever it is that you do. I will call for you when I am ready,” she dismisses him.