Parker steered her down the street, keeping her hand as they walked. “It’s not far,” he said. “You still haven’t told me where we’re going.” For a while he didn’t answer, but it wasn’t like she could complain. After a long and tedious week during which they’d only connected by phone or email a handful of times, it was good to touch him, to walk down a pretty street on a beautiful afternoon and to feel normal for a minute. Even if she didn’t know where they were going. He finally said, “You met most of my family last weekend. All save one.” “Your grandfather?” She couldn’t actually believe it. He obviously adored his mother and grandmother, and taking her to meet them had felt almost unbearably rushed. But now they were going to meet Eugene? The person he idolized more than anyone. This seemed like a massive rushed mistake. When he didn’t contradict her, she said, “Are you really ready for this, to introduce me to him?”
