“It’s not that glamorous, I promise,” I said.
 
 “It doesn’t have to be,” he said. “I want to get to know more about you.”
 
 I took a steadying breath. “Okay.” Little did Noah know that I was going to keep much of my past a secret, at least until we were a bit more serious about each other. I liked him, but knowing the shit I’ve been through could be a deal breaker this early on in the relationship. Besides, he seemed genuinely excited about the trip, and I wanted him to have the best time. At least his first time down there.
 
 “I want to warn you that my mom can be a bit much,” I said.
 
 “I’m sure she’s fine,” he said.
 
 I had to stifle an eye roll. “I hope it’s okay if I don’t stay the night. There are a lot of things I have to do this weekend to prepare for Monday.”
 
 He sighed dramatically, and I laughed.
 
 “Okay,” he said. “But I’m going to need one hell of a kiss to hold me over.”
 
 I glanced toward the living room where Gina still faced the television, oblivious to her father’s and my growing relationship. I dragged him out of view and kissed him.
 
 On the way home, I called Mom. She’d wanted me to come down for her birthday. It was the only way she could guilt me into the trip. She knew I was coming, but not with two extra people.
 
 “Jess!” Mom said when she picked up the phone.
 
 “Hey, Mom,” I said.
 
 “Is everything all right? Are you still coming next week?” She sounded worried.
 
 “Yes, I am.”
 
 “Oh, thank heavens. I thought you were calling to cancel.” I pictured her pacing the kitchen with worry. It made me feel a little guilty that I made her feel that way.
 
 “I’m not calling to cancel. I do have some change in plans though.”
 
 “How so? Are you coming later in the week? I wanted you here for my actual birthday—”
 
 “I’m bringing two people along with me,” I interrupted before she went on too long.
 
 “That friend of yours?”
 
 “No, not Sierra. Noah and Gina.”
 
 There was a long pause on the other end, and I checked to make sure the call was still connected.
 
 “You’re bringing a man here?”
 
 “Is that a problem?”
 
 “A problem?” Mom asked. “It’s not a problem, love. I’m a little surprised is all. You’ve never brought a man home with ya.”
 
 There was a reason for that. Mom could be a little over the top even for an Aussie bloke.
 
 “It must be serious between you two,” she continued.
 
 “It is,” I said. “But his daughter, Gina, doesn’t know about us yet. So, I need you to be on your best behavior.”
 
 She let out a snort. “I’m always on my best behavior.”
 
 “Mom,” I warned.
 
 “All right, all right.”