“I can’t believe you’re nervous. Everyone loves you and so will my aunt.” He squeezed her hand. “I’m not nervous. I don’t want her to get the wrong idea about us.” Grayce held a bouquet of sunflowers, the last of the season, flowers that magically turned toward the sun each day. “You have nothing to worry about. I told her we’ve only gone on one official date. But when she discovered you’re Mitzi’s acupuncturist, she wanted to meet you. You don’t know my aunt. Once she gets an idea, there is no convincing her otherwise.” Aunt Aideen opened the door wearing a caftan of jewel tones in bright blues and purples and a necklace with oversized exotic purple stones. A large boned woman, she was almost as big as Davis and looked like she could bench press Grayce. Her big frame spilled over the door jam. Davis hugged his aunt, wrapping his thick arms around her. “Welcome home Aunt Aideen. How was your trip? I hope India wasn’t too hot.” Aunt Aideen had the same bright blue eyes as Davis, but her black hair was peppered with silver streaks.
