My throat clogged with emotion. “Future in laws? Are we engaged?” I asked finally. I was fully confused.
He winked. “Not yet. I haven’t asked you, remember?”
Bastard.So he was planning something… the very thought had excitement rolling through me. Pulling me down the hall, he led me into the kitchen, where the smell of my mother’s white chicken enchiladas hit my nose.
Yum.
The kitchen was amazing. White cabinets with white marble that had thin gray lines running across the length of a giant island, where my dad sat on a barstool eating chips and salsa. He watched my mom bend over and pull something out of the oven, totally checking out her ass.
“Hubba-hubba,” he murmured, and my mom burst into laughter, smacking him with a towel.
I grinned. After all these years they were still smitten with each other.
This was nicer than any home they’d ever known. And I knew my father, he was a proud man. There was no way he’d just taken this gift from Sawyer without a fight.
“This place is… amazing,” I said. “I’m so glad you guys will be close by.”
My dad nodded. “Well, it’s your house, kiddo. We are just renting it from you. Right, Sawyer?” My father looked at Sawyer, who cleared his throat nervously.
“Yes, sir. I bought it for you, Demi, after your father made it clear he wouldn’t take it.”
Ahh, that made more sense. And wow. A house and a car today…
“So, Demi…” Sawyer popped a chip into his mouth. “Congrats, you’re actually your parents’ landlord.”
A huge grin swept across my face. My father would never take such a generous gift for himself, but if Sawyer put the house in my name, he wouldn’t deny anything for his only daughter. It was smart, and I obviously would never sell it, letting them live here forever only a ten-minute drive away from me.
“Oh, I could have some fun with that,” I told them.
My dad grinned. “The neighbors are doctors and lawyers. What do you think they will think of me mowing my own lawn?” my dad asked in his usual joking manner.
I chortled. “Be sure to wear those ratty grass-stained jeans you have.”
Everyone laughed, and we all slipped into an easy banter.
My dad was a jokester, and Sawyer was quickly keying into their personalities. After we sat down to eat, Sawyer took one bite of the enchiladas and groaned. “Holy smokes, these are amazing.”
My mom smiled. “Thank you, Sawyer, and thank you for putting a good word in at Werewolf Elementary. I’m going to love teaching third grade.”
My father nodded. “And thanks for getting me the construction job.”
“You’re very welcome,” Sawyer told them, cheeks going pink.
He got them jobs too!
My ovaries nearly exploded.
Wow, I was only gone three or four days. My man had been busy.
‘Sawyer… that was incredibly sweet,’I sent through our bond.
He smiled over at me. ‘I tried to tell them they didn’t need to work. I could set them up with a monthly stipend, but they weren’t having it.’
No way.My parents were hardworking people. My dad couldn’t sit still. It was a miracle he was still sitting for dinner and not trying to clean up the mess my mom made while cooking.
‘They’ll be happier this way,’I told him.
He nodded, and then looked at my father, who had just stood to collect plates. “I’ll help you clean up, sir. Then I wanted to show you the control panel in the garage for the solar panel system.”
