Ana's POV
Morris seemed to read my thoughts perfectly. He stopped for a moment, clearly weighing his options.
"What if I give my mom a quick call to let her know you're spending the night? That way it won't catch her off guard," he offered.
"We're already here at the front door—heading all the way back down to find a hotel seems pretty pointless now, doesn't it?"
The Welch estate sat perched halfway up the mountainside, and the drive up had already taken us quite a while. Getting back to the city would eat up even more time.
His suggestion sounded reasonable to me, so I dialed Yolanda to check if staying overnight at the Welch place would be alright.
She answered immediately, her voice bubbling with warmth and enthusiasm.
"Ana, there's no need to be so polite with us! You're welcome here anytime. This will be your home someday anyway, so stay as long as you'd like!"
