“Dad,” I say with widened eyes. “What? He’s in my house. I’m your father.” He unspools a bag of bagels and slips one in a toaster. “No guy you’re dating should feel at ease while they’re here. They need to know with one wrong move, I will have them sobbing in their ugly little pickup trucks with their testicles rolling halfway down the street and into the sewer where they belong.” Donnelly glances back from the sizzling eggs. “I don’t have a pickup truck, Luna’s dad.” “I’ll put you in one.” “Now you’re buying me a car?”
