“See? I wouldn’t need to set her up on individual dates. I just need to get her there. The rest should take care of itself.”
She side-eyed me, not convinced.
“Look.” I clicked on the event that was in two days and read aloud. “Come meet other singles and mingle in an exclusive event for fifty and up. There will be a live band, get-to-know-you games, dance lessons, and desserts.” I clicked on the buy tickets link at the bottom. “See, it even lets you get two tickets with the account, so I could go with her.” I looked at Jane, unable to hold in my excitement. “They have all these themed parties. Disco night, travel the world, bingo and board games, and media blast from the past. It’s perfect. She is going to have so much fun.”
Jane raised an eyebrow and scrolled my phone to the part where, in bold, it said “fifty plus.”
I was hoping she hadn’t noticed that part.
One problem at a time.
“Mom is over fifty, and it’s not like I’m looking for a date. I’m just herplus-one.”
“Looks like you owe me a box of cupcakes.” Jane raised an eyebrow.
“Would you even eat them?” I scoffed.
She had been on a no-sugar diet for a year now—something about sugar increasing your likelihood of disease. I swore a life without sugar wasn’t worth living.
“That is beside the point.” Jane nodded toward the front of the store. “How about we forget the app. Look at that guy.”
I turned to see the man sifting through the media section. He shook his brown hair out of his eyes, and I had to admit he was gorgeous. Like the men they use on the weird commercials for cologne type gorgeous.
Jane leaned into me. “You ask him out, and I will forget the cupcakes.”
I felt butterflies erupt in my stomach as I stared—whoa, settle. I had to admit, he was tempting. I shook my head and firmed my resolve. I was trying to focus on choosing me, and already a dimple had me considering calling it quits.
No. I was already on a mission, and that mission was Mom. “That guy is way too young for Mom.” I scrunched my brows.
“Ugh! Not for your mom!” She swatted my shoulder. “I’m talking about you.”
The bell over the door chimed, and we turned to see the man leaving as quick as he came. Removing any lasting temptation with him. I wasn’t sure if I should feel relieved or sad. Relieved. I should feel relieved.
Jane sighed in defeat. “What am I going to do with you?” She pushed the buttons on her watch and headed toward the front. “I need to finish my run or I’m going to be late.”
I followed her through the store.
Jane held the door open, “Wanna join me?” She nodded outside.
This was a long-standing joke between us, and her way ofsaying she wasn’t mad at me, but this discussion was not over. I accepted the peace offering.
“I totally would, but I’m working.” I smiled. “Next time maybe.”
“Em,” She raised a brow and challenged. “Stop avoiding.” She waved. “One of these times, you’re going to come running. Talk later.” She turned and left.
I wasn’t avoiding. I wanted Mom to be happy. She deserved this. I was basically a saint, I was putting others needs first.
I looked down at the phone and added two tickets to the cart and clicked checkout.
A window popped up.
All events with Kismet Silvers are for singles fifty and up only. By clicking accept you agree the tickets are both for participants fifty plus.
“Ugh.” My lips pulled down in frustration. Did it really have to say both?
What’s the worst that could happen? I mean, it wasn’t like I could go to jail for it. I pursed my lips and looked up to the ceiling. They might ask me to leave…but maybe I could find someone to spoil Mom before then?
I bit my thumbnail, running through the pros and cons.
