Ronan Shaw chose his words carefully. "Relatives from Cecilia's mother's side of the family."
Aunt Ford said politely, "Why don't you wait in the living room? It's sunny outside."
"I'll wait out here." Ronan Shaw opened the oilcloth umbrella over the stone table and sat on a stone stool to wait for Old Mr. Shaw.
Aunt Ford set down a fruit platter. "Young man, forgive me for being forward, but may I ask a couple of questions? How old are you? What do you do for work? Are you seeing anyone? What do your parents do? How many siblings do you have?" Though the young man wasn't the standard handsome type with thick brows and large eyes, he was exceptionally good-looking and had fair skin. Combined with his refined clothes and manner of speaking, his family was likely well-off.
Ronan Shaw lounged casually. "That's quite a bit more than 'a couple of questions.' Are you trying to set me up with someone?"
