Despite the heat in my cheeks, I kept my voice even. “He’s a colleague who rescued me from that horrible date last Friday. Grandma insisted I invite him.” With a cunning smile, she said, “You know how I love a good Prince Charming, Murph.” Before Dad could reply, the doorbell rang. “Saved by the bell,” I muttered, wiping my hands on a rag to go and answer it.
