“Are you insane?” Patrick almost shouts before his eyes cut to inside the house.
We both pause, waiting to see if Brennan woke up. When it’s silent, he continues.
“I thought she hated you? How are you going to convince her to date you? Not just date you, but meet your parents?” he stresses.
“I was planning on begging.”
“Solid plan,” Patrick says, his usual easy-going grin stretching his lips.
I sigh, tilting my head back and staring up at the stars for a second.
I am so screwed.
“Let me know if you need anything else. Tell Brennan I’ll be by in a couple of days when he’s feeling better with some pizza, and tacos, and burgers, and––”
“Try to remember that we’re trying to get the kid to stop throwing up,” Patrick teases and I laugh, throwing a wave over my shoulder as I climb back into my truck and head home.