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“Because my ovaries might implode and that would be quite unfortunate.”
He chuckles to himself. “Ani invited me after our last meeting.”
“That little conniving—” I’m so not ready to introduce Rowan to my family.
“It’s cute how much she talks you up.”
Ugh. How can I get annoyed at Ani for that?
I sigh. “I’m not sure you’re ready for my family.”
“Please. I need to hear all about your parents getting married in Vegas. Their love for Elvis runs deep.”
“Don’t encourage them. They’ll whip out an old album and shower you with stories.”
“Ani mentioned they have a video of you performing with your ukulele in the living room. You can consider me quite interested in viewing that family film.”
I groan as I lay my head on my desk and raise my middle finger high in the air.
* * *
“Aren’t you the sweetest thing?” my mom gushes over Rowan the moment he walks through the door with a fancy-looking bottle of wine.
His whole body remains frozen in the doorway.
“Welcome.” My dad offers his hand.
Rowan shakes it and greets everyone else, including Claire, who stares him up and down before shrugging like she’s unimpressed.
“You came!” Ani all but tackles Rowan, giving him a big hug.
Everyone stares at them. My mom’s eyes shine as she clasps her hands to her chest.
My dad turns his head in my direction and gives me an approving nod. “I like him better than Lance already.”
“Dad!” I groan.
If Rowan heard him, he pretends he didn’t.
“Let’s eat!” Mom chants. Claire offers to help serve everyone my dad’s favorite food.
Rowan takes the seat next to me, and instantly my parents’ dining table feels like it’s meant for a dollhouse.
“Have you tried Armenian food before?”
He shakes his head.
“Are you a picky eater?”
He rolls his eyes. “I’ll eat anything but caviar.”
I laugh to myself. “Great! Then prepare to be amazed. My mom might be from Europe, but she learned all my dad’s favorite Armenian recipes.”
I grab a utensil and dig into my mom’s cooking. Claire makes the recipe every now and then, but nothing compares to my mom’s cooking.
“So, Mr. Kane, how are you liking Dreamland so far?” My dad takes a sip of the wine Rowan brought.
He looks down at me. “It’s growing on me.”
