Brian’s POV
“You have?” He asked, shuffling sounds echoing from his end of the phone. “Who’s she?”
“Dad, it was just a question,” I said.
“Just a question?” He yelled. “Brian, I’m not joking. And you need to stop joking as well.”
Damn! I should have known my dad was pretty nosy and would make a mountain out of a molehill.
“I was just asking a question, Dad.” I sighed, dragging my hands over my face in frustration.
“Who’s your mate, Brian?”
“Dad, it was just a passing thought. I was just wondering how you’d feel when I finally found my true mate, and not some chosen one.” I explained.
“You’re impossible, Brian,” he growled in frustration.
He didn’t push, but I could tell he didn’t believe me. Dad wasn’t the type to let things go.
“You’ve got till the end of the school year to get
