MARRYING My FATHER-IN-LAW
“And yet, you want me—or any woman—to take you seriously? You expect someone to date you while you’re out here flirting with everything?”
He grins wider. “I mean, my wife—if I ever marry, since I lost my dream woman—” he pauses dramatically, winking at me, “if I ever marry, she’ll have to accept that she married a very charming, young, handsome man and just… deal with it.”
I stare at him, unimpressed. “Are you done? I’m done with my food. Now I want to go and lie down.”
“ Aren't you going to order some dessert, we could have ice cream, or a chocolate sundae, or maybe even—”