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The smile came before I could stop it.

“They’re good.”

His eyebrows rose.

“Good?”

“They are really good, Dad. Better than good.”

Dad studied me for a long moment.

“You love him.”

It was not a question.

Heat flooded my face.

“Yeah. I do.”

His expression softened, but only a little.

“I figured as much.”

I looked down at the table. A few seconds passed before I finally spoke.

“After dinner last week, he told me he wants to marry me.”

Dad exhaled slowly and rubbed his temple.

“Marriage. After only two months?”

I groaned and leaned forward.

“Dad.”

“You have only been together for two months, Samantha.”

“I know that.”

“Samantha.”

“I know.”

He rubbed a hand across his jaw, the way he always did when he was worried.

“You barely know each other.”

I sat back in my chair, frustration rising.

“It doesn’t feel that way to me at all.”

“That doesn’t make it true.”

I looked out the window at the sparkling ocean for a moment before turning back toward him.

“I know how it sounds to you.”

“Do you really?”