“Shit,” I swore, scrambling off Ford and practically falling out of the car. He caught me, setting me steadily on my feet.

“What?” he stepped in front of me, his gaze scanning space.

“Your family saw us,” I hissed.

He relaxed. “They don’t care. They’ll probably congratulate me; everyone’s always worried a guy’s mate will decide she just wants to be friends with him.”

I scoffed. “Bullshit.”

He chuckled. “I’m serious. Everyone knows and accepts that it’s a ...