Abruptly, her frown disappeared, and she smiled.
Oh, fuck.His unease intensified.
“All right.” Amy patted his arm. “I understand about Lucy.”
“You do?” Kevin asked from the sidelines. Lydia hushed him, and Sammy and Amy ignored him. Richard had wisely ducked into the Chinese market next to Wah Sing for that day’s newspaper while his wife and son argued over said son’s love life.
“Sorry I invited her without asking you first,” Amy continued. “Have a wonderful rest of your day. I’ll see you soon.”
She waved goodbye and swanned into the market, yelling “Richard!”
“You’re in deep shit,” Kevin said.
Sammy had to agree. Red flags had popped up left and right the second his mother apologized. She wouldneverapologize for matchmaking unless she had something more nefarious up her sleeve.
Too bad he had no clue what that something was.