Daddy. This is Leesa Santiago.” Chase’s father took a step forward, his hand extended. His mother stood a step back, wringing her hands. Her mouth pursed tightly, she was definitely sizing Leesa up and deciding exactly how large a disaster it was that her son was married to her. “Ma’am. Sir.” Leesa shook her father-in-law’s hand, nodded once to her mother-in-law, and took a step back into her imaginary safety zone. Chase’s hand settled on the small of her back and she felt instantly better. His show of support didn’t go unnoticed judging by how both parent’s eyes zoomed in directly on the action. “I think we should sit down and discuss this.” Chase’s father spun for the front door of the house. “Before dinner?” His mother turned toward her husband. “Yes, Martha. Before dinner.” He sent his wife a stern look that Leesa could never ever imagine crossing Chase’s face, and she had to wonder how he could have been birthed from this couple. With his constant grin and sunny disposition, they couldn’t be more different.
