“Settle down. We don’t want your girl.” Oliver chuckles.

“Just clearing it up.”

“No need. I’ve only got eyes for you,” I say.

Jeremy winks.

“Cue the sick bag,” Harvey says.

The corners of Evan’s lips slightly curve up.

“Oh, you two are so cute,” Eliza says.

We all stand in our circle, some holding alcoholic beverages and some soda.

I’m enjoying myself so far. Everyone in his family has been welcoming and lovely. My gut instincts don’t raise any alarms about rudeness, or any unsettling vibes from anyone.

“Remy, introduce me to your girlfriend.”

I blink rapidly.

Remy…

The nickname I use for him.

The one I googled.

He never said a word.

I’ve noticed so far no one else has called him Remy, including his mother and brothers.

“Let’s go introduce you to the final link in Lincoln, baby.” He winks.

Why does that one line make my stomach twist? The nerves are eating me alive.

I put my glass of wine down and take his outstretched hand. I refuse to show my anxiety. I swallow hard and follow the voice from the living room. She’s sitting on the beige fabric sofa when we stand in front of her.

Her hair is white, short and styled as if she just left the salon. She’s dressed in a collared pale blue dress, white cardigan, stockings and shoes.

So elegant and beautiful.

“Grams, this is Nova. Nova, this is my Grams, Iris.”

His hand touches my back in a comforting manner.

I smile warmly at the woman who is so dear to him.

“Hi Iris, it’s a pleasure to meet you. I’ve heard wonderful things about you.”

His grams’ eyes widen, and she tilts her head to look at Jeremy.

“Is that so?” she says.

“Nice things, Grams,” He cuts in.

“Of course,” I add.

She brings her eyes back to me and smiles.