Page 4 of The Problem with Dating
“Sure, Mom.”
“I love you, Gideon.”
My heart warmed. “I love you, too.” As soon as we disconnected, I called Nate.
He answered on the second ring. “What’s up?”
“If Mom asks, you called me,” I said.
The asshole laughed. “Is she trying to set you up again?”
“It’s not funny, dick,” I grumbled. This wasn’t the first-or last-time my mother’s set me up on a blind date. And a couple of times, she’s even been sneaky enough to disguise the blindsiding as fake appointments or whatever. The woman was ruthless on top of being batshit crazy.
“Who this time?”
“I don’t know,” I admitted. “A volunteer somewhere, but you were calling, so I had to go.”
“You so owe me,” he cackled. Actually fucking cackled.
“I don’t owe you shit,” I argued. “If it wasn’t for me, you never would have gotten your head out of your ass to patch things up with Andie. So, by my count, take your wife to the bedroom and knock her the fuck up already, so Mom can focus on something else besides my dating life.”
Sayer’s wife was older than Sayer and already had a grown daughter, so they had no plans to have any more children. They were happy with their dogs. So, that left Nathan and his swimmers to save the day. I didn’t have time to wait until Sayer’s stepdaughter got married and popped out great-grandchildren for my mother. The girl was only seventeen. And never mind Nate’s stepson, Grant. That kid was only nine. So, he was no use to me, other than to piss Nate off because Grant loved football and hockey more than baseball, and I was a hockey guy. I absolutely loved the kid.
“First of all, I get my wife into the bedroom plenty-”
“That’s not the point, Nate,” I growled.
“And second, how do you know I’m not already trying?”
“You guys got married in May, Nate. It’s already the end of July,” I pointed out. “Is your shit broken or something?”
“Hey! Lay off my swimmers, you asshole,” he exclaimed.
“Get her pregnant, Nathan,” I commanded like a man on the edge. In my defense though, Mom was no joke.
“I’m trying, jackass,” he fired back. Then he added, “Why don’t you just go out on one date? She backs off when you do.” If my brother had been standing in from of me, voicing that suggestion, I would have punched him.
“Did you forget the last blind date Mom set me up on?”
A few seconds of silence went by before Nathan started laughing his ass off.
I hung up on him.
Asshole.
The last woman Mom had set me up with had been Mindy Albright. As a single blonde who was nice to look at, she had been a convalescent nurse who had spent the entire dinner telling me how the only good thing about her patients dying was all the inheritances that the children were able to cash in on.
Yeah.
I had called it a night when she had asked me who I planned on leaving my money to, my wife or my children. Because it should go to the wife, you know. That was the last blind date I’ve been on, and I didn’t need Mom recruiting again.
I could get awful dates on my own.
Chapter 3
Echo~
As I glanced around, it was hard for me not to feel discouraged.
