“Sounds like a plan.” I smile at her.
“Hey, kiddo.” My father comes up behind us and plants a kiss on my head. “Everything okay here while we were away?”
“Of course.”
He winks at me. “You ready for your first day tomorrow?”
“Yes,” I reply, feeling flutters of excitement in my stomach—and they’re not just about starting my new job.
“Can we at least get into the house before you two start talking about work?” my mom chides us good-naturedly.
He arches an eyebrow at her. “Says the woman who took a conference call in the middle of the night while we were in London.”
“That was a funding emergency.” She nudges him in the ribs and he smiles at her. I hope that one day I find someone who looks at me the way he does her.