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“Well, this is your house.”
For a moment, I thought maybe she was confused about the concept. “Well…normally, someone just opens the door for me.”
Crossing my arms, I turned to face her. This would be interesting. “Since no one is here, why don’t you do it?”
“Do what?”
“Open the door,” I stressed. I heard a chuckle from behind me, but ignored it, never breaking eye contact with her.
She pursed her lips, cocking her head as she stared at it. I thought she was going to reach for the handle, but instead, she grabbed the lion’s head knocker and banged three times, wincing as it sounded.
“Have you never opened a door before?” I asked incredulously.
Flustered, she pursed her lips at me. “I have.”
“In this century?”
“Look, someone is always there to do it for me. It’s just not something I should have to do as a lady.”
“Right, maybe at a car door. I can understand that. Gentlemen open car doors all the time.”
“They used to,” Edu corrected. “Now we’ve got liberated women who want to do everything on their own, but are still offended when we don’t treat them like ladies.”
“That’s ridiculous,” Wren said. “Why would women not want to be treated like ladies?” She turned and quirked an eyebrow at Edu. “What’s your name?”
“Edu.”
“Edu…What a strange name.”
“It’s short for Eduardo,” he shrugged.
“Eduardo is much more becoming. Nicknames are a sign of laziness.”
I snorted, trying to hold back, but this woman was just too much to take.
“It’s still Edu,” he muttered under his breath.
“And you?” she looked at Scottie.
“Well, my friends call me Scottie Dog.”
The look on her face was absolutely priceless. “You have the word dog in your name?”
“Yeah, you know. Like Scottie Dog!” he whooped. When she didn’t show any signs of recognition, he cleared his throat. “It’s a thing.”
“And you are…”
“Jerrod Lockhart.”
“Finally, someone with a normal name.”
“He goes by Lock,” I said, just to throw some fun into the game.
“And you’re Brock,” she said dismissively.
“Brock Patton. Descendant of the great General George Patton.” I grinned at her, but no recognition showed on her face. “Okay, not technically a descendant, but I’m related distantly.”
“Very distantly,” Scottie muttered.
