“Who?” I asked.
“Morgan,” Haley replied.
My chest constricted at the mention of her name, and my brows slightly rose.
“Who’s Morgan?” Mom asked.
“She’s Callie’s best friend and good friends with Gabe.”
My mom looked at me. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard you mention her before for as much as you hang out with them.”
“That’s because they can’t stand each other,” Haley said with a chuckle.
“Oh?” My mom cast me a curious look.
“Just don’t even ask. Please.” I wasn’t going to begin to try and explainthat.
“Anyway,” Haley said, “she’s the one who did the redesign of the law office.”
“Oh, okay.” Mom grinned. “Well, she did a wonderful job there.”
I shook my head. “How did you get her to do it? They do commercial design and only do houses for people like Luke, who are big clients of theirs. Plus, she’s not even here right now.”
“I got her number from Callie and shot her a message last week to ask her about it or if she, at the least, knew anyone to recommend that Mom could use.”
My brow furrowed. “And she said yes?”
“Well, she had to check with her boss, but she finally got back to me yesterday and said they’d be willing to do it. She said she’d be in touch once she got back from Miami.”
My mom smiled. “That sounds perfect.”
A silence fell over the table as we continued to eat. I knew it would be hard to push Morgan entirely out of my mind with us having mutual friends and them talking about her from time to time. I never expected her to be brought up at one of my Sunday family dinners.
“Mmm,” my mom hummed as she swallowed a bite of her food and looked at me. “I was going to ask you…the country club is doing some kind of poker tournament on Friday. Did you want to go?”
“Ah, I can’t Friday.”
“Oh? Big date?” Haley teased.
“Actually…yeah. I have a date.” They both stilled and looked at me, furrowing their brows. “What?”
“Youhave adate?” Haley asked flatly.
“Yes.”
“Like arealdate? Or just a booty call?”
My mom snapped her gaze over to her. “Haley!”
“What?” She laughed. “That’s a valid question for him!”
I couldn’t even be offended because she wasn’t wrong. “Yes. Like arealdate, one with dinner reservations and all. And it’s thethirddate.” Both their brows rose in surprise. “What?” I snapped.
“Nothing,” my mom said quickly as she looked back down at her plate, but I could see the hint of a smile.
“Well, at least tell us the poor girl’s name,” Haley teased.
I sighed. “Loralei. Now drop it.”
