"Is your mother that scary?"
"Only to people who cut in line at the grocery store."
"I'll remember that when I meet her."
"Don't worry about that. She's gonna love you."
"Why do you say that?" she asked.
"What, you want a list?"
Dylan laughed. "I guess not."
"All right, all right. Number one, I met you through the matchmaking service she signed me up for. Number two, you're beautiful, smart, and you think I'm talented and handsome. Number three, I introduced you to her."
"Wait, why would she love me because you introduced me to her?"
"Because I've never done that before."
Dylan fell silent for a long moment. Before he could say anything else, the doorbell rang.
"It's the food," he said, getting to his feet.
She stared after him and wondered if he realized how much he'd revealed with so few words. Then, she smiled.
* * *
An hour later, Dylan leaned back in her chair and groaned. "Why did you order so much food?"
"Because I was hungry," Clay answered with a shrug, popping the last of the chicken balls in his mouth.
She laughed. "I should have known when you had two huge brown paper bags full."
Clay shrugged. "It's nice to have leftovers."
Her gaze moved over to the counter where several full containers still sat. "I think you'll be fine."
"Yeah, it'll be a good snack for later."
She bit back a laugh and turned the laptop toward him. "Okay, here's your Facebook page and Instagram with your logo. I set it up so you can sell pieces on Facebook Marketplace but I still think you should set up a website or an Etsy page or something."
He grunted. "If I promise to think about it, will you stop talking about business for a couple of hours and watch a movie with me?"
"Only if you promise to give me a definitive answer about if you want to do a website or set up an Etsy account."
"You drive a hard bargain."
He poured her more hot green tea. "C'mon. I'll let you pick out the movie, too."
They settled on the couch and Dylan laughed when he tugged her into his side. She leaned against him and accepted the remote when he held it out to her.
"What do you want to watch?" she asked.
"You get to choose. I won't say anything."
"Even if I choose a true crime show?"
"Only if you promise it's not research for my future murder."
