Renn was taken aback when he saw her. She looked far too young to be Angel's mother, almost as if time had barely touched her. Tonight, Miss Grace wore a long black gown that clung to her curves, her glossy black hair tied neatly in a ponytail. A touch of makeup made her look even more striking, her beauty enough to hold his gaze longer than he intended.
"Who would have thought I'd see you here?" she said with a teasing smile, one hand resting on her waist while the other played with a strand of hair. "Where are you going? What brings you to my town?"
"You look good, ma," Renn replied, forcing a polite smile while carefully dodging her question. He had no intention of telling her they came because of Angela. He wasn't sure if she even knew anything yet. "Where are you heading to?" he asked instead.
