“I hate to sound unsympathetic, but Ginny treats Alice as if her sole purpose in life is to help Ginny. Well, enough of that. Alice will deal with her. Now, what can I cook that will knock your father’s socks off?”
“Um…Jill, do you think that’s a good idea?”
“Why ever not? You know I love to cook.”
Jesus, my poor father, “Uh…Jill—”
“Let me get going, Wills. I’ll need to come up with a suitably romantic, candlelit dinner that will be guaranteed to turn your father’s mind to mush. We’ll see you and your friend on Saturday, sweetie. Love you.”
“Love you more,” I responded automatically. “Bye.” I hung up and turned to find my lover hovering in the doorway, and briefly I forgot about the ordeal my father would be facing. “Jill thinks you sound nice.” I grinned as he actually blushed. “She’ll let my Dad know how things stand between us.”
“Will he be all right with it, do you think?”
I sighed. “He will when Jill gets done with him.”