“Oh, none of that Mrs. Derrick crap.” She waved her hand. “It’s Jill, or… Mom if you’d like. I won’t force it if it’s too odd for you.” She gave a wicked smile to Rowan who was rounding the car. “Jesus fucking Christ, Mom. You’re gonna scare her away before she even gets in the front door,” Rowan grumbled, but a practiced ear heard the loving warmth in his tone.
