Though Sheldon felt a bit let down, he was still rather pleased.

Tilda wasn't down to be Lyndon's girlfriend but at least she was cool with him calling him dad. Lyndon must've worked his charm on Tilda. He was awesome!

Outside the door, Lyndon's dark eyes twinkled, and a chuckle escaped him.

Tilda agreed to let him step up as the kid's dad but she shot down his proposal.

She was stubborn as they come, that one.

Yet, he lucked out with a son out of the blue. Any other blind date, he'd have sent the ladies packing.

Not too shabby!

Then, the door swung open.

Spotting Lyndon, Tilda's surprise flickered briefly before she shut the door.

"Mr. Fernandez, what's the deal? Snooping around? Can't say I'm shocked. Fancy clothes often cover up hypocrisy," she quipped.

Lyndon coughed, quickly regaining his cool.

"There's no need for sass. Your place is so snug. If you want privacy, some soundproofing during renovations wouldn't hurt."

"You!"

Tilda was floored by his cheek. "This is my turf. I don't need your two cents on home decor."

Lyndon raised a brow, firing back, "If you know it's your place, you should remember I'm your guest. You're a well-received scriptwriter.

Aren't manners part of your expertise? Seems like you skipped that class!"

"What a nerve!"

Tilda was stunned again.

Staring at his handsome face, she fought the urge to slap him.

"What a piece of work! Turns out he's got a mouth on him!" Tilda mused under her breath.