He was faster than me, making it to the kitchen door before I could push it open, almost nailing me with it, though we both laughed over the incident.

Mom didn't. You'd think he'd just assaulted me with a chain saw. The gasp she let out echoed in the now quiet room, even our giggling about the near miss silenced as my mother shook her index finger at my fiancé.

"If you give her a black eye or break her nose, Crew Turner," she snapped.

He hugged me ...