Page 49 of The Matchmaker's Choice: A Lesbian Romance

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this morning and my agreeing to watch Tildy until dinner,

even though I have this meeting. I figured that if Steph didn’t

mind once, she might not mind a second time. Tildy is usually

pretty well behaved and quite charming. I know that Steph

likes kids, so I helped Mom out. She had pulled the whole I

need a morning for myself, this is my special time, it will take

me a month to rebook routine.

Which is okay too, because she’s right. Everyone does

need a break once in a while and it probably does take her a

month to rebook because she goes to some obscenely

expensive, fancy hair place.

“I know for a fact that this place has shakes and floats.

I looked up the menu online last night. If we hurry, I’ll let you

have one.”

“Really?” Tildy would nominate me for auntie of the

year award in a second.

Feeding a child lattes and triple thick milkshakes. Look

at me go.

“Yes. Whatever flavor you want, and there are a ton of

them.”

“Holy moly,” Tildy says excitedly. She reaches for my

hand, just about yanks it off, and takes the lead.

We’re not far from the diner. I don’t know if it can

really be called a diner or if it’s more of a family restaurant. It

doesn’t have that retro look. No vinyl booths or red tables, no

pie on the counter, or anything. There is a big glass display

case at the front with all different desserts though, including

pie, so maybe that counts. The tables are pretty standard

restaurant fair with pink and green plush chairs as well as pink

booths at the back. The carpet is low pile and has that

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