Brenden looked her again. She stood frozen in panic, not knowing how to excuse herself and yet feeling awkward standing and listening to his mother talk about grandchildren and dessert. Not to mention how she went on about how great her son was and revealed she was sexually active a few minutes ago.
‘Please kill me.’
“I don’t know,” Brenden said absently, his eyes meeting hers. “Do you like lemon drop, Irene?”
Dr. Harris looked at her, frowning slightly in confusion. She probably thought Brenden was seeking another opinion so she didn’t want to be rude by pointing that out. Irene wouldn’t be eating said lemon drop so her opinion was moot. And did her opinion matter? He hadn’t invited her to meet his parents.
‘Holy s**t, is he planning on inviting me to meet his parents?’
“I… uh…” Her
