Always responsible.
Only this morning, I can't stop smiling.
Mom certainly noticed.
Good Lord, did she notice.
The second she got home from Atlantic City yesterday afternoon she'd started in on me.
Questions.
So many questions.
Who is he?
How long have you known him?
Does he have a job?
Is he Catholic?
Is he nice?
Can he fix things around the house?
That last one nearly killed me.
But then Kai arrived.
And my mother—who has intimidated every man I've ever dated since college—opened the front door.
And my gorgeous bodyguard boyfriend—wait.
Boyfriend?
No.
Not boyfriend.
Not officially.
Right?
Oh dear Lord.
Anyway…
Kai showed up wearing dark jeans and a black sweater that fit him entirely too well and carrying flowers.
I thought they were for me.
Naturally, I started blushing like an idiot.
But no.
The sneaky genius handed them to my mother.
“For putting up with me stealing your daughter tonight,” he'd told her with that wicked grin of his.
