“This douche canoe better hope I never meet him. We could have spent another few hours making love.”
“We could have, but aside from the douche canoe, there’s the matter of your dad. He might be home at any time.”
“How long are we going to wait until we tell the ‘rents?”
Usually Ryder would ask what the rush was, but it occurred to him Holly had been more than patient during the past eight years. “What do you say we make them dinner on Sunday and tell them then?”
The next thing he knew, Holly had wrapped him up in a hug that stole his breath. “I say yes.” Holly kissed him. “Do we have time for a shower?”
“Sure. Why not?”
* * * *
Ryder walked down the stairs, holding Holly’s hand. Holly pulled him to a halt. “As soon as you have everything lined up, make sure you call me.”
“I will. T
