“Reid,” my mom says, looking him up and down. “A pleasure.” Reid presses his lips together, not because he’s perturbed, but because he’s trying not to laugh. I elbow him lightly. “The pleasure is all mine.” With a wink, he takes her hand and presses a kiss to her knuckles. “Oh … well.” Flustered, she takes a step away. “I’m going to see your sister.”
