Page 41 of You've Got Male

“And you aren’t keeping up with the sheer volume of potential partners You’ve Got Male has attracted.” Moira took a delicate sip from her glass. “It would be rude not to respond and as your mother it’s my responsibility to make sure you aren’t rude.”

“As my mother it’s your responsibility to listen to your child when she tells you how she feels.”

Evie was interrupted by a knock at the door.

“Would you mind getting that?” her mom asked, taking a leisurely sip of wine. “It’s probably Marty. Or is it Mark?”

Evie rolled her eyes. “You don’t even know who you’re going out with?”

“All I remember is that he’s a Gemini, which should balance a little of my Aries fire. Plus, Gemini is represented by twins, and I’ve always wanted to date twins.”

Not wanting to hear her mom’s theory about the sexual prowess of a Gemini, she set her glass down and made her way to the door. She opened it and her greeting died on her tongue.

Had her mom taken the whole twin thing too far? Because standing on the porch were two men. Well “men” was a bit of an overstatement. One was maybe twenty tops, the other early twenties. Both were dressed nearly identical. Skinny pants, different color graphic tees, with tan boots and a hoodie.

“Can I help you?” she asked.

“Is Camila home?” the younger one asked. That’s when she noticed the bouquet of flowers he was holding.

“Nope. Not happening,” Evie said. There was absolutely no way this guy was age appropriate.

“Seriously?”

“I’m her mom, and I am always serious when it comes to twenty-year-olds dating my sixteen-year-old.”

“I’m only nineteen.”

“Yeah, it’s still a no.” But the kid didn’t budge. She eyed the other man. “And you?”

“I’m here for Moira. Are you her mom, too?”

Evie slammed the door in their faces.

“Where are your manners?” Moiratsked, then opened the door. “Good evening, gentlemen. And which one of you is Mark?” The one who looked older stepped forward.

“Milo.” He held out his hand.

“Of course,” she said breezily, elegantly shaking it. “Moira and Milo. We’re going to have a fun time, aren’t we?”

Lenard walked up behind the two of them and kissed Moira on the cheek. “Have fun, sweetie. But not too much fun.”

“Who’s that?” Milo asked.

“Oh, my ex-husband. We’re a very progressive family.”

He smiled. “Right on.”

“This is your date?” Evie asked. “And you had him pick you uphere?”

“I’m a gentleman, ma’am,” Milo said to Evie. “I take my Cougar Catch matches seriously.”

“You find dates on an app named Cougar Catch, but you call me ma’am?”

Milo shifted nervously from side to side. “You seem like a ma’am kind of woman.”

Before Evie could respond, Camila appeared from behind her grandfather. She was in a dress much like Moira’s, only it was shorter and tighter. “Hey, Dexter.”

Evie’s hand flattened to her chest. “Dexter? Like the serial killer?”

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