An older woman stood in the bedchamber doorway, dressed in a long, dark gown, her hair tightly coiffed, and an amused glint in her eyes. Sinclair, upon seeing her turned several colorful shades of red and scrambled to grab a robe off the chair and shrug it on.
"Um, hello, Mother. I wasn't expecting to see you," he finally managed to stammer.
Not answering, the woman crossed the room and threw her arms around him, hugging him tight. Watching this reunion, Samantha slid under the covers. His mother! Oh God, and here she lay stark naked in Sinclair's bed. What a way to make a first impression.
Sinclair held his mother for a while before releasing her, both their faces damp. His mother reached up and stroked his cheek.
"I knew you couldn't be dead," she murmured, her eyes bright with tears.
"It would take more than a curse to get rid of me," Sinclair said, trying to sound light hearted.