Shane
My palms were sweating as I watched Jasmine open the door to her parents’ house, calling out, “Hello!” and gesturing that I should follow her inside.
I’d been mentally prepared to talk to Annabeth, and had been working up to telling the gang at camp, but for some reason telling her parents had never crossed my mind.
A quick fling and impromptu marriage may seem romantic to some people, at least, I’d do my best to sell it that way, but … not to parents. Her dad would probably want to flay me and her mom was going to be disappointed that we went off without telling anyone.
A million worst-case scenarios were running through my mind as I followed Jazzy through the homey-looking house.
“Hey, honey, we’re in the kitchen,” her mom replied.
We walked in to find her mom at the stove an
