Then his eyes were back on me, and he smiled his heartbreaking smile. “And you should introduce me to your father, too, I think.” “He already knows you,” I reminded him. “As your boyfriend, I mean.” I stared at him with suspicion. “Why?” “Isn’t that customary?” he asked innocently. “I don’t know,” I admitted. My dating history gave me few reference points to work with. Not that any normal rules of dating applied here. “That’s not necessary, you know. I don’t expect you to… I mean, you don’t have to pretend for me.” His smile was patient. “I’m not pretending.”
