Pure love.
“Yes, Maggie boo.”
I smile at my nickname. “How do I get a guy to ask me out?”
He scoffs. “Just kiss him.”
I let my shoulders fall. “Dad, that can’t be your answer to everything!”
“Hey! It worked on your mom,” he says, waggling his brows at her. “Worked out great for us.”
“This isn’t the ’90s, Dad.”
“A pity, really,” Dad mutters as Mom nods.
“I miss the ’90s,” Mom says on a sigh.
Dad agrees before looking at me. “Have you told him you’re interested?”
“Yes.”
“Is he interested?”
“Yes.”
“Then kiss him.”
Mom giggles as Willa rolls her eyes. My dad? Well, he smacks my mom’s ass and walks away like he just dropped a mic.
I let my head fall to the counter as the sounds of Sadie chasing the boys fill the living room. It’s always such chaos over here. Even when the boys aren’t around, it’s just loud. We’re a loud family and I love it on any other day, but today, I’m annoyed.
What am I doing wrong? Maybe I’m still knocked out and this is all a dream.
“I wrote my newest character with his nose again, then I had to go back and change the whole backstory so he is the long-lost brother of Liam from the last book,” I mutter against the counter.
“Man, I loved Liam’s dirty mouth,” Willa says with a dreamy sigh.
“Right? The way he tossed her into the back of the truck and devoured her? Jesus, I had to ask Dad to reenac?—”
“Mom!” Willa and I yell together, but she just giggles.
I sigh deeply. “I adore his nose. It’s so cute. Isn’t Dermot’s nose cute, Mom?”
“Yes, honey.”
“The whole dude is hot,” Willa says as if I don’t know this myself. “Maybe you should just ask him.”
I lift my head, meeting her gaze. “Ask him what?”
“Ask him why he hasn’t kissed you.”
I press my lips together, thinking that little suggestion over. I’ve been very direct about everything else, so why am I dancing around things now?
I reach for my phone in my back pocket and open our text thread.
Thursday,4:32 p.m.
Me: What are you doing?
