Cream of the Crop (Hudson Valley, #2)(94)

She was nervous, I could tell. Everything that had to do with us, figuring out what kind of couple we were, made her a little nervous. She’d been hurt really bad before, and I understood why she was gun-shy. She could take all the time she needed; I wasn’t going anywhere.

“My parents are so excited you’re coming today. I told you, right?” Her voice was full of excitement as she clung to my hand.

“You did,” I answered, leaning down to drop a kiss on her forehead. Before we could go up the steps, her father threw open the front door.

“Get in here, it’s freezing outside! Oscar, how are you? I saw your cheese in Brannigan’s the other day—the big store over in Brooklyn. They even had the new one—what’s it called?”

“Pinup.” I grinned, resting my hand on my girl’s backside as she walked up the steps before me. “It’s called Pinup.”