"Hi," Kent said, looking really uncomfortable. "And this must be Juls," he grinned, extending his hand for a shake, and I shook it. His firm handshake suggested he did that a lot. He was nice but quite intimidating. He clearly ran things from top to bottom. "Pleased to meet you," I replied. "Well, Astrid has been talking my ear off about my son's girlfriend," he smiled, and I nodded. "I'm glad you could join us." "I'm glad too." "Son, I had something to talk to you about if you don't mind me taking him, Juls," his father said, and I nodded politely. "Sure, I'll see you later," I whispered, and Kent sighed, looking reluctant to leave. He kissed my cheek and followed his dad through the kitchen. A sinking feeling rushed over me when I realized I was alone. "Come with me," his mother insisted, placing her hands on my shoulders and guiding me out of the kitchen. "You have a beautiful home," I told her, and she smiled. "It's my pride and joy, well, after my family, of course," she
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