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“Come on, Big Daddy. There are two loungers over there. Let’s go sit down.”
“Good idea. Are you coming, Delilah?”
“No. I’m going to see what is taking so long for my food. This is ridiculous.” She stomped away.
“We’ve raised tyrants,” I said.
“We’ve raised confident, young, goal-oriented women.” Willa grinned.
We sat in the loungers and ordered two pina coladas.
ChapterForty-One
Damien
I stared at Daisy and Leo through my sunglasses while sipping my drink. “She’s coming this way,” I told Willa.
“Oh God. She’s with him. But he does have great hair.”
“Yeah. That’s a problem,” I said. “Is he wearing loafers with no socks?”
Daisy walked over with a smile, her designer sunglasses perched on her head like a tiara, all while giving off the vibe, “Yes, I know you two are panicking.” Leo walked beside her, smiling like he wasn’t walking into the world’s most dangerous parental interview. We’ve scared off more boys than we cared to count, and I was proud.
“Hey, parents. This is Leo. Leo, my parents.”
Leo politely smiled and extended his hand. “Hi, Mr. and Mrs. Blackwood. It’s nice to meet you.”
As much as I wanted to dismiss his hand, Willa discreetly smacked the back of my head.
“It’s nice to meet you.” I placed my hand in his.
“He’s eighteen and from Minnesota. His dad is a surgeon, and his mom is a nurse. And no, he’s not a server here like I thought when I gave him my drink order.” Daisy smiled. “Oh, and he’s going to NYU in the fall.”
“What will you be studying, Leo?” Willa asked.
“Finance and marketing. I’m going for a double major. I’ve already completed some college classes online that will transfer to NYU.”
“Why not the medical field like your parents?” I asked.
“I pass out at the sight of blood. So, that wouldn’t be a good career choice, sir.”
“Do you have a criminal record?” Willa asked, and I stifled a laugh.
“Mom?” Daisy cocked her head, eyes wide.
“Uh, no, Mrs. Blackwood.”
“Planning on getting one?” I narrowed my eye.
“Also, no, sir.”
Daisy rolled her eyes. “Dad, knock it off. I’m so sorry, Leo.”
“What? It’s a reasonable question to ask in this city,” I said.
“I promise not to whisk your daughter away to a chapel.” He smirked.
“She told you?” I asked with irritation.