Matt closed his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose between two fingers.
There was no easy way to say this and his mom would know soon enough now that Savannah was with him. Best she know now so she could get used to it.
“Mom, you should know… I'm at the island already.... And I'm not alone... Savannah is with me.” he said.
There was a sharp intake of breath on the other end followed by thick silence. “I see,” she finally said.
“I guess inviting Leila is out of the question then.” She said.
Matt blew out his breath at his mother’s snippy tone. Leila Donavan was a woman his mom had been shoving at him ever since Savannah had disappeared.
Though his mother had never come out and said I told you so, she didn’t have to. It was there as plain as if she’d hung a banner.
She’d never approved of Savannah . Never liked that Matt was marrying her. She’d been polite, though.