What are you doing here, Bish?" I asked as Caleb asked Kyle the same question but with much more edge to his tone.
"I'm your chaperone," Kyle said grinning in clear enjoyment of the situation and Caleb's reaction.
"And I'm his," Bish muttered and glared at us. "They couldn't spare anyone else so I volunteered to come. Kyle insisted on coming too. So here we are. What are you doing?"
"We were just about to go to the beach," I answered.
"Great. I'll go put on my suit," Kyle said chipperly and flung his duffel bag on the club chair before running upstairs.
He looked like he always did. Jeans and a black Foo Fighters t-shirt, his hair lay over his forehead and around his ears. I pushed my hand through it.
"It's perfect. It's you."
He grinned, shaking his head.
"Zeke told me to wear leather, lots of it."
"And you're rebelling?" I said through a laugh.
"I'm telling him to subtly screw himself.
You proposed over a plate of burned bacon?
Shelly CraneMaggie." He chuckled. "I can't really be mad at you in case you haven't noticed."
"I know, I know. The imprint," I said begrudgingly.
"No, not the imprint. It's you. You're so sweet and you care about everybody. You hate when people are upset with you. You love cream soda. It's kind of hard to be mad at someone who's like that.
Alright, well, we're going to go tell Maggie's father." Kyle came forward to inspect Caleb's face closely. "Dude, what are you doing?"
"Just memorising your pretty face before it gets all mangled."
Caleb laughed and shoved Kyle who laughed too. "Shut up, man.
The women are okay with the husband's picking out a house for them, without them even seeing it?" Dad said with a questioningly raised eyebrow.
"Yes, sir, it's like an engagement ring. The woman doesn't pick that out either," Caleb countered.
"True...but she's not going to live in her engagement ring.
What makes you think he won't freak? He is my father and I'm his only little girl."
"Betcha five bucks."
"Deal," I said with a laugh. "He is gonna freak and I'll take your money and buy a honey bun with a diet cream soda and I won't share with you," I sang.
So what was your favourite song?"
"Um...the one about the sun sizzling into the ocean." He laughed hard. "What?"
"Zeke wrote that song about his cat."
"His cat," I repeated blandly.
"Yep, Peaches, she ran away."
"I'd run away too," I muttered under my breath, making him laugh harder.
Very well, Priscilla. Maggie, I hope you enjoy this exercise and take it to heart," he said with a hard voice.
I smiled a genuine smile. "I plan to. Thank you."
He bristled at my kindness and walked over to the coffee bar.
"Kill 'em with kindness, sister!" Lynne said triumphantly.
Is that cowboy logic?
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