She pulled back and glared at me. “You want me to lie to your mother?”
“No. She knows we’re pretending.”
“Then why would she possibly want to meet me?”
“Because she’s a meddlesome mother. She’s going to tell Bart the truth if we don’t visit.”
“I guess we don’t have any choice.” She leaned in closer, her lips a breath away from mine.
“Are you sure about this?”
“Hell, yes.”