On the other end of the line, Mortimer Quincy's smile froze. The word "Wifey" died on his lips, half-spoken, and he choked out, "D-…Dad."
"…"
He recovered quickly, saying calmly, "Dad, I don't want any grapes. You guys go ahead and eat them."
Then, he added politely, "Uncle Winslow."
"Holly's in the shower. Call back in ten minutes."
Wyatt Winslow didn't comment on him calling him "Dad." He simply hung up after speaking.
When Holly Winslow came out of the shower, there were still about forty minutes until midnight. She had just sat down on the sofa when Wyatt Winslow suddenly said, "He called."
'He?'
Holly Winslow was momentarily confused by the nameless, faceless statement, but it only took her a few seconds to realize who he meant—Mortimer Quincy.
"…"
'Dad won't even say his name. What kind of cringey, flirty thing did he say this time?'
