“Oh shit,” I whisper. “She’s spotted us.”
Frost laughs under his breath. “I can take her.”
“No one can take Amy,” I mutter as we walk up the driveway. “People have tried.”
The front door flies open before we even hit the porch, and Amy bursts onto the steps like a squirrel on espresso. Her gaze ricochets from Frost to me and then back to Frost again.
She stomps down the steps, plants her hands on her hips, and narrows her eyes. “You actually brought him?”
Frost shoots her a lazy smirk. “Miss me?”
“I don’t know you well enough to miss you,” Amy fires back. “Yet, somehow, you still haunt me.”
“Aw,” he drawls. “I have that effect on people.”
“Unfortunately,” she mutters.
He grins, and she throws her hands up. “It’s fine, totally fine. I had a feeling Hope would invite you. I mean, you’restayingwith her. I didn’t think you’d actually be brave enough to meet the parents this early in your relationship.”
Before I can save either of them from themselves, my mom barrels out the door. She clasps her hands to her chest. “Hope you made it. Oh, this must be Frost.”
Frost straightens. “Ma’am,” his voice drops a couple of octaves.
My mother fans herself… literallyfans herself.
“Hope,” she whispers behind her hand. “You didn’t tell me he was handsome. That was misleading advertising.”
“Mom,” I hiss.
“It was,” she insists. “You undersold him.”
Amy snorts so loudly, I worry that she might choke.
Then my dad appears behind her, squinting suspiciously at Frost like he’s evaluating a new car he might buy. “So. You’re the guy,” Dad deadpans.
Frost nods once. “Yes, sir.”
My dad hums. “Ride a motorcycle?”
I internally smack my face. What the hell is going on with these two today? It’s not like I’ve never dated before in my life. The lightbulb finally goes off, and I turn to glare at Amy, who smirks.
That biotch told them all about him. I’m gonna kill her.
Frost nods again. “Yes, sir.”
My dad crosses his arms. “Ever put my daughter on the back of it?”
Duh! I obviously rode with him over here. My car’s not in the driveway.
Amy inhales sharply. “Oh, this is gonna be good?—”
“Dad!” I cut in, horrified.
Frost doesn’t blink. “Yes, sir. Twice.”
My dad’s eyes narrow. “Was it safe?”
“Perfectly,” Frost answers. “I’d die before I let anything happen to her.”
