"Wanna visit your mom together?" Desmond hugs the small of my back, pulling me to him.
I glance in Chester's direction, thankful that he's not looking in our direction. Then again, he's been purposefully looking away exactly for this reason—his boss is too comfortable with public display of affection to care about how other people might feel about or view him.
"I just visited her yesterday though, and my grandma said she might visit her today so I think I'll avoid crossing paths with her just in case things get intense," I reply.
I'm crossing my fingers and hoping my Grandma stays true to her word and visits her daughter like she promised me yesterday. It'll be a first, one I'm sure will make a trendy headline:
Business typhoon finally visits daughter in a coma after 22 years of cutting ties.
Yeah… That's bound to cut Desmond Winery rumors.
