“I don’t know.” I shrugged. “Just parents, really. My dad’s an airplane mechanic and my mom...” I trailed off. She’d been a stay at home mom my whole life. But now that I was out of the house, I didn’t actually know what she did all day.
“So, you’re close?” she asked, her tone teasing.
“I’ve been at school,” I said defensively.
“I’m just kidding.” She shifted back in her seat. “Is your dad going to tell my dad that you brought me to dinner?”
“Maybe.” I gripped the steering wheel a little tighter. “Do you care?”
“Not really.” I saw her shrug from the corner of my eye. “I plan to keep you around for a long time, Thomas Banks.”
“Do you?” I asked, smirking a little.
“Yes,” she confirmed. “It’s handy, really. If we get married, I won’t have to change the monogram on my towels.”
And then I almost wrecked the car.