“And who do we have here?” Madeline’s parents stood behind the front desk of their guesthouse. They were attractive people, slightly older than my folks. She curled her small hand around mine and I moved even closer to her, “Mom. Dad. This is Adam Vance.”
Her mother looked at our hands, confusion audible in her next question, “When did this happen?”
Mr West stuck his hand out over the desk, “Good to meet you, Adam I’m Sean and this is Lesley.”
“Sorry, Adam. It’s just, well, we’ve never met anyone besides Michael and well, -” she began, not finishing her sentence.
“It’s perfectly fine, Ma’am. I’m pleased to hear no other guys made it this far.” Madeline elbowed me in the ribs.
Mrs West blushed a bit. I assumed it was the Ma’am part.
“Would you two like to join us for some co
