"You need to come to dinner," Mom said over the phone the next morning. "Tonight. Both of you."
I clutched my coffee mug tighter. "Mom, we're taking things slow—"
"Which is why you need to come to a nice, normal family dinner. Your father's home from the hospital, and he wants to see you. And meet Skyler. Officially."
"He's known Skyler for years."
"Not as your boyfriend. As Ronan's friend." Her tone left no room for argument. "Six o'clock. Don't be late."
She hung up before I could protest further.
I texted Skyler: *My mom is summoning us to dinner tonight. With my dad. Who just got home from the hospital. No pressure.*
His response was immediate: *I've faced down rogues and rival packs. How bad can one dinner be?*
*You've clearly never faced my father when he's protective of his
