“Wow,” I mused. “You called me Aoife. You never call me Aoife.” “Well, I suppose I better start practicing,” he hissed. “You know, for when I meet your parents.” I grinned. “As my boyfriend.” “Not your boyfriend,” he muttered, and then released a pained groan. “Oh my Jesus, I just realized something.” “What?” “My boss’s daughter is my girlfriend.” Laughing, I patted him on the shoulder. “That, she is.”
