“Clearly your mate is simply too distracting to you at the moment to hold a conversation,” my father chuckled, and I was stunned.

When last did I see my father this way? Even Siennah seemed to be confused. She must have expected a very different male than the one she saw.

“I was suggesting,” my father said more slowly, articulating every word clearly for me. “Why don’t we have the Mating Ceremony on your twentieth?”

A beat of silence went by.

“I think that’s a wonderful ...