(Mira)
At five thirty, I went downstairs to wait for Ridge. Hank was restocking the cooler behind the bar.
"Heading out?" he asked.
"Yeah. Dinner at Ridge's parents' house."
Hank grinned. "Look at you, the president's old lady going to family dinners."
"I'm not his old lady."
"Sure you're not." He laughed. "Have fun. Don't let them scare you off."
"I won't."
Ridge pulled up right on time. I got in the Jeep and we headed toward his parents' house.
"You nervous?" he asked.
"Should I be?"
"Nah. They already like you."
We pulled into the driveway. Claire opened the door before we even reached it. She pulled me into a hug like we were old friends.
"Mira! I'm so glad you came back. Come in, come in."
Victor was in the living room with Harlow. They both stood when we walked in.
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