I don’t know how you were raised, but my parents taught me to open doors for ladies. That’s what my daughters will expect.” I slid out. The heels of my Manolos sunk into the dirt. “And here I was, thinking you’d be the ‘wait on the porch with a shotgun’ type. Or just lock them in their rooms until they’re forty.” He chuckled as he slammed the door shut. “Don’t tempt me.”
