Page 255 of The Last Good Man

“You think?”

He nods, smiling and glancing away.

“You know they do.”

My eyes stay on his profile as I ponder my next question.

“Your mother knew of me…” I say. “There was something you had told her.”

He thinks about it for a second before he smiles.

“It’s an old thing.”

“It can’t be that old.”

He rakes his fingers through his hair.

“It was just after I met you. My mother picked up on a different vibe coming from me. She thought it had to do with a woman.”

“No way.”

“Uh-huh. But…” He looks at me, grinning.“You’re not going to like who she thought it was.”

He moves his eyes to the road.

“He thought it was Angelina?”

“Yeah, she did.”

“And you didn’t tell her?”

“I didn’t even know who Angelina was. She told me about her, but I couldn’t remember her.”

“Angelina…” I murmur. “She wants you to get married. Your mother.”

He looks at me again.

“Angelina is that type of girl,” I say in response to his questioning look.

“You are the same type. You just looked for men in the wrong place.”

“As you have repeatedly told me.”

We laugh.

The conversation moves to other topics, and before long, we enter my street.

Surprisingly, someone veers away from my building.

“I can’t believe there is a parking spot,” I say, as he usually parks his car in a garage a few blocks down.

“Me neither. Although, I can’t stay.”

But he steers his car and pulls it to a stop in front of my place anyway.

Even a few more minutes with him are a treat.

We walk out, and he carries the food inside, opening the main door for me like he lives here.

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