My Boyfriend’s Dad Is My Gynecologist
Ready.
“This is him?” I asked Stacy, still holding Levi’s hand.
He nodded. “My top choice.”
Levi released my hand and glanced at Stacy. “Want me to sit, or stay standing?”
“Sit,” I said before Stacy could answer.
He did.
I studied him as the waitress brought his drink—a water, no lemon, already ordered by Stacy ahead of time.
“So Levi,” I said, picking up my fork but not eating. “How do you feel about reading romance novels in case I want to talk about my book boyfriends on the ride to work?”