‘Sure it does,’ Chloe assured her. ‘You have to sort through the rubbish to find the treasure.’
Jenny had had enough of the metaphors. ‘Tonight was another disastrous date. Let’s just call Sunday’s off. I’m not sure I can do this again.’
‘No!’ Savannah almost shouted. ‘I picked this guy. I promise he’ll be more to your liking.’
‘And what amazing things does this one think I’m into in my spare time? Lion wrestling, maybe?’ Jenny asked dryly. ‘Why on earth would you have put all that stuff on my profile? What else is on there I should know about?’
‘Nothing. We just zhuzhed you up a bit,’ Beth told her.
‘Well un-zhuzh me. In fact, show me this stupid profile so I can do it myself.’
‘You managed to send a conversation we had about that cute new doctor from the hospitaltothe cute new doctor on Facebook, remember?’ Beth said. ‘Are you sure you want to be let loose on a dating app?’
Dear God, the cute doctor incident.Jenny felt the swift rise of heat on her face as the memory resurfaced. ‘We vowed never to speak of that again,’ she hissed in a mortified whisper.
Beth chuckled. ‘It was kinda funny. We can look back on it now and laugh about it.’
No. No, they could not.
It was humiliating. Beth had sent her a link to the hunky doctor’s Facebook account late one evening and the two women had been admiring his handsome attributes, which would have been completely fine, until somehow Jenny managed to bump something and the stupid touchy mouse had highlighted the entire conversation and sent it as a message to the doctor.
‘Fine. I don’t want to see the profile. But there better not be any more stupid surprises.’
‘Everyone stretches the truth on their dating profile. Just relax, Mum,’ Brittany said, waving a dismissive hand. ‘Go with the flow. Enjoy going out.’
‘Out. Let me guess … we’ll be having lunch at the Coach House? Again? Why there?’ An image of the young bartender flashed through her mind and she quickly pushed it away.
‘Remember Cassie Reynolds? From high school?’ Brittany asked.
Jenny nodded. ‘I spoke with her tonight actually.’
‘Well, we asked her to keep an eye on you for us.’
‘You had her spying on me this whole time while I’ve been on these dates?’ Could Jenny’s mortification get any worse?
‘Not spying, as such,’ Savannah hedged, looking a little insulted.
‘We just asked her to keep an eye out for any red flags. You know … if he tried to slip anything into your drink while you went to the toilet, or how he treated the servers—you can tell a lot by how someone treats the wait staff,’ Chloe said.
‘And what’s she supposed to do if she thinks something’s not right?’ Jenny asked, surprised by her daughters’ scheming.
‘She’ll step in and handle it.’
‘Well, I suppose that should make me feel marginally better, considering you set me up with a complete stranger …again.’
‘We wouldn’t leave you stranded on a date if the guy tried anything with you.’
She wasn’t sure whether to be terrified that there was a possibility someone might try and drug her or to be touched that her kids had a plan in motion in case it ever happened.
