I drop Ivan’s hand and clear my throat, looking away as if there’s a blush on my face. From the corner of my eye, Daniel glares hard at Ivan, his jaw clenched. Luckily, my dad steps in, as I hoped he would.
“Hey, Ivan,” dad says, coming forward with a smile to clasp Ivan’s hand. “You want some pizza? We’ve got plenty.”
“No, thank you, sir,” Ivan says, friendly. I cross to the fridge and grab a bottle of water before coming back to Ivan’s side. “I’d hate to deprive Fay of any pizza; I know she’s going to be up in the middle of the night wanting a slice.”
“Considerate,” I say, raising my eyebrows at him with a little smile before nodding towards the back deck. Ivan nods in agreement and, after some murmured hellos to everyone else in the house, he follows me out onto the back deck. We se
