"He has lousy timing, sweetheart." He murmured against Dev's mouth and then pulled back and gave a low whistle at the sight of the beach house. "When you said your folks were rich, you weren't kidding, were you? I suddenly feel under-dressed for the occasion." He looked down at his jeans, dress shirt and jacket and wished he worn something with a little more class instead of opting for comfort. All his nervousness was coming back as he contemplated actually meeting Dev's parents and wondered what they were going to think when they realized he was only a few years younger than them and probably much too old for their son to their minds. "Did you tell them how old I was, sweetheart?"