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“Yeah?” he asks.
“None of the town bachelorettes have snapped you up yet. Why is that?”
Instead of taking the question seriously, he chuckles.
“I don’t know. I grew up with most of the women in town. It’s kinda hard to date someone that you’ve known since kindergarten who has witnessed most of your embarrassing moments.”
I wag my fork at him. “That’s not true, or half of the town couples wouldn’t be married today. From what I’ve gathered, ninety percent of the married people in this town are high school sweethearts.”
“You’re not wrong. I guess I missed the hormone rush that leads to falling in love in high school.”
“None of your other conquests caught your eye?”
“Conquests?” he parrots.
“Oh come on. I’ve seen you at the coffee shop enough times with different women to know that you get around. You’re the town ladies’ man. The perpetual bachelor. You’re telling me none of those women ticked the boxes that you have for a partner?”
He shakes his head before taking a sip of his water. “I guess not, if I’m here with you now, right?”
He’s got me there. Before I can respond, he asks, “What about you? You haven’t dated since you moved to town.”
“How do you know that I haven’t dated?”
“Are you kidding?” His eyebrows climb his forehead with the question.
“No. How do you know that I haven’t dated?”
“Imp. You’re from a small town; you know how this works. If you went on a date on Friday night, they’d write about it in the Saturday morning newspaper.”
“No one reads newspapers anymore, grandpa,” I say, instead of admitting that he’s right.
“Come on. I dished. Your turn.”
I blow out a breath. “I wasn’t interested in dating. I had just lost my only family and moved across the country and bought a house. That didn’t leave me a lot of time to consider dating or individuals of the opposite sex.”
“Wasn’t?” he asks, eyebrow cocked.
“I’m here, aren’t I?” I toss his words back at him.
“You are.”
I take another bite of my dinner and a sip of my water.
“Oh shit,” Warrick says before I can steer our conversation to safer topics.
“What?” I ask.
His eyes dart to the other side of the room. “Fern, Fawn, and Merry just walked in.”
“Who?” I ask starting to turn in my seat.
“Don’t look,” he snaps. I jolt back around in my seat, and the look on his face is like someone just goosed him in the ass.
“Fern, Fawn, and Merry. Town busybodies, professional gossips, and matchmakers.”
“I’m sorry, what?”
“Oh, come on, Imp. You know their type. Always in everyone’s business, setting up blind dates with their attempts at matchmaking, and shenanigans aplenty.”
