“Showering again, huh?” she says when I step into the hallway wrapped in a towel.
“I felt like the day had taken its toll on me.”
“Mm hmm,” she says with a wry grin.
“He’s a co-worker and Mia’s coach.”
“Mm hmm.”
“I’m not looking for a man, Mom.”
“Mm hmm.”
“Oh my gosh. Get a hobby.”
“Oh, I have one,” she says with a wink, and then she sashays down the hall humming some love song.
In my bedroom, I try on four shirts before landing on something soft but absolutely not romantic.
What am I doing?
I pull on jeans and text my sister.
Hallie: Greyson’s coming to dinner. As in Coach Greyson. As in my co-worker Greyson.
Avery: Shut the front door!
Hallie: Mom, Mia and I bumped into him at the grocery.
Avery: And you invited him?
Hallie: Did you hit your head? No. Mom and Mia did.
Avery: So, what are you cooking?
Hallie: Ribs, potatoes and salad.
Avery: Good. Those are good manly foods.
Hallie: What exactly does that mean?
Avery: Like, you’re not cooking quiche or stuffed mushrooms.
Hallie: He’d eat my quiche or mushrooms.
Avery: I bet he would.
Hallie: Not you too! I’m sending an S.O.S. over here. Mom is all ooooh and ahhhh. I just can’t with her.
Avery: She just wants to see you embracing life.
Hallie: I get that. And I’ve embraced life. I’ve got so much life I don’t even have time to live it all.
Avery: Not what I mean.
Hallie: I know. But I told you both, I’m not in the market for romance. And Greyson is off the table. He’s Mia’s coach, my co-worker. Besides, he's not interested in me.
Avery: But you’re interested in him.
