“Is this what it feels like to watch your teenage daughter go out on her first date?” I asked. “I don’t know,” he replied. “But I don’t think we need to wait up for her.” I laced my fingers with his and held up our joined hands though I remembered at the last second we hadn’t exchanged rings. We didn’t have anything to prove what we’d promised tonight. “Then what should we do?” He stared at me, a slow, devastating smile pulling at his lips. “Do you trust me?” I grinned at him. “You know I do.”
