Despite my effort not to smile, I do it anyway. I smile pathetically and nod. “I don’t know what it is about her, Holder. I . . . she just . . . yeah.”
“I know what you mean,” he says quietly, looking back down at the grass between his fingers.
Neither one of us says anything else for several moments until he drops the blades of grass and wipes his hands on his jeans, preparing to stand up. “Well . . . I’m glad we had this talk, Daniel, but the fact that we already professed our mutual love for each other tonight is leaving me a little overwhelmed. I’ll see you tomorrow.” He stands up and begins walking toward his car.
“I love you, Holder!” I yell after him. “Best friends forever!”
He keeps walking forward, but lifts his hand in the air and flips me off.
It’s almost as cool as a fist bump.
Chapter Five
“You’re wrong,” she says.
We’re standing in my kitchen. Her back is pressed against the counter and I’m standing in front of her with my arms on either side of her. I catch her lips with mine and shut her up. It doesn’t last long because she pushes my face away.
“I’m serious,” she whispers. “I don’t think they like me.”
I bring a hand up and wrap it around the nape of her neck and look her directly in the eyes. “They like you. I promise.”
“No we don’t,” my dad says as he makes his way into the kitchen. “We can’t stand her. In fact, we hope you never bring her back.” He refills his cup with ice, then walks back to the living room.
Six’s eyes follow him as he exits the room, then she looks back up at me, wide-eyed.
“See?” I say with a smile. “They love you.”
She points toward the living room. “But he just . . .”
My father’s voice cuts her off when he walks back into the kitchen. “Kidding, Six,” he says, laughing. “Inside joke. We actually like you a lot. I tried to give Danny-boy Grandma Wesley’s ring earlier but he says it’s still too soon to make you a Wesley.”
Six laughs at the same time she breathes a sigh of relief. “Yeah, maybe so. It’s only been a month. I think we should wait at least two more weeks before we talk proposals.”
My dad walks farther into the kitchen and leans against the counter across from us. I feel a little awkward standing so close to Six now, so I move next to her and lean against the bar.
“Did you come back in here so you could think of things to say that would embarrass me?” I ask. I know that’s why he’s standing here. I can see the glimmer in his eyes.
He laughs, then takes a drink of his tea. He scrunches his nose up. “Nah,” he says. “I would never do that, Danny-boy. I’m not the type of dad who would tell his son’s girlfriend how he talks about her incessantly. I would also never tell my son’s girlfriend that I’m proud of her for not having sex with him yet.”
Holy shit. I groan and slap myself in the forehead. I should have known better than to bring her here.
“You talk to him about the fact that we haven’t had sex?” Six says, completely embarrassed.
My father shakes his head. “No, he doesn’t have to. I know because every night he comes home he goes straight to his bedroom and takes a thirty-minute shower. I was eighteen once.”
Six covers her face with her hands. “Oh, my God.” She peeks through her hands at my dad. “I guess I know who Daniel gets his personality from.”
My father nods. “Tell me about it. His mother is terribly inappropriate.”
Right on cue, my mother and Chunk walk through the front door with dinner. I glare at my father, then walk toward my mother and grab the pizza boxes out of her hands. She sets her purse down and walks over to Six and gives her a quick hug.
“I’m sorry I didn’t cook for you. Busy day today,” she says.
“It’s fine,” Six replies. “Nothing like inappropriate conversation over pizza.”
I watch as my mother spins around and eyes my father. “Dennis? What have you been up to?”
He shrugs. “Just telling Danny-boy how I would never embarrass him in front of Six.”
My mother laughs. “Well, as long as you aren’t embarrassing him, then. I’d hate for Six to find out about his lengthy showers every night.”
I slap the table. “Mom! Jesus Christ!”
She laughs and my dad winks at her. “Already covered that one.”
Six walks to the table, shaking her head. “Your parents actually make you seem like a gentleman.” She takes a seat at the table and I sit in the chair next to her.
“I’m so sorry,” I whisper to her. She looks at me and smiles.