Faye Yardley hadn't expected to run into Nicholas on the street, let alone that he'd turn out to be a young man in his twenties.
She also hadn't expected the owner of that deep, steady voice to be someone who looked so devil-may-care.
'All she could say was that his mother, Mrs. Monty, might not have married late, but she definitely had children late.'
After all, everyone else called Monty 'Grandma'.
The two of them were now inside that white house.
Nicholas nonchalantly sat down in the main seat on the living room sofa, then glanced around the house. "Have a seat. No need to be so formal."
'Who's the one that needs to be formal?!'
Faye Yardley plopped right down on the armchair across from him. "Are you really Nicholas Momo?"
"The one and only." Nicholas leaned back with a slight smile. "I imagine no one around here would be willing to impersonate me."
'Considering he's probably taboo around here, what could anyone possibly gain by impersonating him to trick me?'
