Chapter 277
"Oh, good. You know who I am." Maya's accent was even more SoCal than her son's.
Rohan got his gold eyes from his mother. On him they were my barometer to his emotions. On Maya, they were as implacable and unreadable as the sun. Add that to the total picture of her purple dreads, bindi, nose piercing, and black studded leather tunic thing that made her so much cooler than I could ever hope to be, in addition to being the woman who birthed Rohan and probably had some definite opinions about the type of girl her son should date?
I was fucked.
"Lox!" I yelled like a crazy person.
Maya rightfully stepped back.
I gave a kind of strangled eep and ran to my suitcase, returning in record time with a vacuum-packed box of smoked salmon with a bow on it that I pressed into her hands.
"I brought you lox. Because you're Jewish." I laughed, flapping my hands like I was trying to fly. "Which you know. Did I say how much I respect your career?"