“Kim, love, where’s my grandfather’s hunting shotgun? I found some bastard on our doorstep who claims to be our daughter’s boyfriend… Oh, here it is. Be right back. I’ll shoot him and come back in time for dinner.”
Mum and I pull apart to stare at each other.
Holy shit.
Please don’t tell me Jeremy followed me here.
Most importantly, did Papa say he’s going to shoot him?