“So, Parker, how long have you been in love with my little girl?”
I looked at him shocked. “What?”
“You’re watching her like You’re ready to pounce anyone who touches her wrong or if anyone under the age of sixty tries to dance with her. You drove all this way to come to a party that she hates. I know she is incredibly crabby when she is home, and I can only assume that has something to do with you. She has been happier at school this year than she was the last two, and I know about your piano performance, which was a nice touch by the way.”
I thought for a second. Was I in love with Maggie? This wasn’t the first time this had crossed my mind, but it was the first time I believed it could be possible. Yes. I am. I’m in love with Maggie Miller.
“I’ll ask you again, son. How long have you been in love with my daughter?”
“I think since the day I met her, sir.”
“Yeah I thought so. I saw the way you looked at her then as well. Have you told her how you feel?”
“Have you had sex with her?”
“What? NO! No, sir!”
He gave me a mischievous grin. “Ha. Just checking. Well, go get her.” He nodded to where she was dancing with a bald older man with wandering hands. I laughed when she had to move his hand off her butt for probably the tenth time.
“Are you going to cut my balls off?”