“Don’t worry, guys, she loves hockey,” I say as soon as my parents open the front door.
Becca fidgets beside me, giving me a strange look.
“Oh, thank God,” Mom says, bursting into easy laughter and opening her arms to embrace Becca in a warm hug. After she’s released her, I get the same treatment, while Mom whispers in my ear, “She’s stunning, Owe. Don’t mess this up.”
I didn’t plan on it. I give her a nod and a wink that I hope is reassuring.
“Great to meet you,” Dad says, giving Becca one of the awkward one-armed hugs he’s known for.
“It’s so nice to meet you both. Thank you for having us,” Becca says, her face lighting up in a genuine smile.
Mom takes a step back, ushering us inside, and we follow her through the formal entryway.
“Are you sure I couldn’t have brought something?”
