Page 9 of Mr. Infuriating

“That’s good. I would hate to think you wanted to set me up with a married woman. Hopefully she’s straight, too.”

“Of course, silly.”

My teasing was lost on the woman.

“So, single and straight… I’m not sure that qualifies as ‘perfect for me’.”

“She’s funny and smart… and she wants to have children.”

I choked out a laugh.

“I’m afraid that instantlydisqualifiesher. Britt and Brayden keep me plenty busy. I have no interest in having more kids.”

It’d taken a while to come to terms with that, but now that I had, I embraced it.

Missy waved a hand at me. “Oh, you say that now.”

“And I’ll keep saying it.”

“Just meet her. I know you’d really like her.”

“I appreciate you thinking of me, but really, I’m not interested in being set up.”

She let out a dramatic sigh.

“You won’t even think about it?”

“Nope. Thank you, though.”

With pursed lips, she grumbled, “You’re no fun.”

I burst out laughing. “Then why would you want to set me up with your friend?”

“It’s not her friend,” Bryan chimed in. “It’s her sister.”

“Who’s also my friend,” Missy shot back.

“Again, thank you for thinking of me. I’m honored you think I’m worthy to date your sister, but I really don’t want to date anyone right now.”

Although I wouldn’t mind a roll in the hay with someone.

Definitelynot with Missy’s sister though. There wasn’t a doubt in my mind that wouldn’t end well. Not to mention me fucking my son’s best friend’s aunt once and not going back for a second date would be a disaster for Brayden.

Maybe I’d visit my little brother’s bar soon and see what that scene had to offer. Derrick seemed to get laid a lot without any strings; he said it was a benefit of being an owner of not one, but two Flannigan’s. He’d just opened one in Lancastle, our little coastal town in Massachusetts, and decided to name it after the original one he and Maverick owned in Boston.

But just having a brother who owned a bar appeared to do the trick when it came to getting women. Every time any of us stopped by, we usually ended the night with a proposition from a woman wearing beer goggles. Beau was only a year older than Derrick and visited him often, taking full advantage of the brother/bar owner angle. I’d only left with someone once. And the one-time Mav had taken a woman home fromthe bar, he ended up marrying her nine months later when he found out she’d had his baby.

The idea made me shudder. Which, I had to admit, was ironic.

My kids were now thirteen, eleven, and forever two. While I’d once been devastated at the idea of not having more, I couldn’t comprehend starting over now. Maverick’s boys had already graduated high school, with Nick in college and Nash in the Navy when little Sawyer was born.

Fuck. That.

Again, the irony wasn’t lost on me.

Although, I had to admit, I’d never seen Maverick happier, and my nephew was a pretty damn cute baby. I enjoyed spending time with him. But I was always glad that I could hand him back when he got fussy or needed a new diaper.

Still, Missy was not going to be deterred.

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