“Seems that way.”
I race downstairs and into the kitchen, where Mom is taking a break from her pots and pans.
“You didn’t mention how good-looking Lane is,” she starts, a telltale glint in her eye.
“Okay, cougar lady—relax!”
“Is he single? Please tell me you’re dating!”
“Mom, no!” I stare at her. “He’s just a friend. It’s not like that.”
“When we were in the living room, he couldn’t take his eyes off you.”
“Because he was terrified of meeting the family and needed a little hand-holding,” I shoot back.
“You guys have chemistry—”
“Are you reading those weird books again?” I look at her. “Heissingle, by the way. But I’m not. I mean, I am, but you know…”
“You know, I think you’re better off without Kirk, Lois. You’re more yourself.”
“What?”
I can’t believe what I’m hearing. This is the first time she’s ever shared her thoughts on my relationship. She flicks on the oven and mutters something to herself, knotting an apron around her waist, opening a drawer, and turning back to me.
She points a wooden spoon at me. “I want that boy to give me grandchildren.”
Say what?
“He reminds me of your father at his age.”
I pull a face. “Is that supposed to sell me on it?” I glance over at the stove. “Come on—tell me what I can help with.”
Her eyes are shining as she slings an arm over my shoulders and whispers in my ear.
“Well, I’ve got a cute little dress that would be perfect for—”
“I mean, tell me what I can do to help with the food!” I wriggle free. “Mom, please don’t say another word.”
She lets it go, and we cook side by side, listening to yelps and laughter drifting in through the kitchen window, Lane’s husky voice riding the breeze. I smile to myself. I don’t regret making him come—not one bit. I’ve got a feeling this week is going to bring us even closer together.
21LANE
Catch!”
I grab the hot dog Jarrow sends sailing my way and drop it onto my plate, blowing on my fingers. Brat by brat, Lois’s family is doing an amazing job of easing my nerves. We’ve gathered in the yard, the food finally coming off the grill, and my mouth is watering. If it weren’t for all the Christmas decorations strung up all over the place, it would feel like the start of a summer vacation.
“Lane, second hot dog incoming!”
“Got it!”
“Nice catch.” Mitch is nodding approvingly at me. “Lois told me you’re studying film. Play any sport?”
“Nope.”
“He does have a side hustle, though.” Lois spears her burger with a fork.
I spin around to her, my eyes widening. Don’t tell me she’s about to…
