Chapter 11 - Dylan Ashford

Dylan POV

“You must be Dylan,” she tells me, and I nod, offering her one of my most charming smiles.

“And you must be Mrs. Thompson,” I say, and it grants me a side look. I raise an eyebrow as I wasn’t expecting that.

“I am Josie, Mrs Thompson was his mother,” she says with the most caring smile, and I can’t help but fall in love with her. I can see both of them in Jo, Josie’s brown eyes and freckles. “Would you like something to drink?”, Josie asks, and I smile politely.

“Only if you’re offering”, I tell her, and it grants me a cute little laugh as she opens the fridge and grabs a bottle of orange juice.

“We don’t drink alcohol in this house, so orange juice will have to do,” she tells me, and I nod politely. I don’t even remember the last time I had dinner without a glass of wine, but I can t