It was as though she had seen a ghost.
“You...” she whispered. “I thought I would never find you.”
“Excuse me?” Easton said, confused.
My mother, who looked completely stunned, blinked rapidly and shook her head.
Then she walked up to him and started touching his face, his shoulders, and then his chest.
“You’re exactly what I’ve been looking for. Excellent physique, perfect facial structure... Are the tattoos on your arms real?”
“Mom,” I called, but all of her attention was focused on him.
“Well, they haven’t washed off, so...”
“Brianna!” my mother suddenly shouted. “Come over here and take this boy’s measurements right now!”
A tan-skinned girl with shoulder-length blonde hair immediately dropped what she was doing and rushed over.
She stretched out a yellow measuring tape and be
