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“He who?” Her eyelids fluttered as she feigned innocence.
“Mom.”
“Walker Lawton Anderson.” She paused. “The Third.”
I frowned. “Why does that name sound familiar?”
“His father is Walker Anderson the Second,” Mom supplied. “Senator Walker Anderson.”
I groaned. “Mom, no. No senators’ sons.”
“What about a judge’s son? Too poor? How about the son of an oil tycoon?” Arnold asked with a stamp of amusement across his mouth. He reached for his glass of scotch.
“Worried I’m approaching spinsterhood?” I asked, pointing the question to my mother.
“Well, you haven’t dated anyone since Tyler,” she said. “And that’s been, what? Two years?”
“Closer to three,” Arnold corrected.
“Right.” Mom nodded as she cut another bite of lobster.
I rubbed the spot over my right eyebrow. “I know you mean well, but I’m happy with my life. So please stop trying to set me up with men in your circle.”
My mom shot Arnold a look. He raised his brows.
“What?” I demanded.
“Your mother already told Walker about you,” Arnold said.
I groaned. “Mom.”
“What? I want grandchildren.”
“I’m twenty-five. I have plenty of time to have children.”
“Let’s say you meet a man and you date for a year before you get engaged. It’ll take another year to plan the wedding. And then another year to really set up your home. And then it’ll be a year after that before you get pregnant. That’s four years! You’ll be almost thirty. How much time do you think you have?”
“Old-fashioned much?” I asked, trying to hold in my laughter and anxiety. My mother did not like to be laughed at.
“Geriatric eggs are a risk. For you and the baby. And you won’t just want one child…”
“You and Dad only had me,” I pointed out. “I don’t see any siblings running around, do you?”
“That’s different.”
“Why?”
“We wanted more children, but nature said no. What if it takes you a long time to get pregnant? You might have to do IVF.”
“IVF is invasive. Just like this conversation,” I said pointedly.
“Don’t listen to your mother,” Arnold said. “There’s no rush. You’re young. You should be enjoying life, not worried about getting serious and having a family. Plenty of time for that.”
“If you got married, you’d be able to take your seat on the board.”
“Marilyn,” Arnold warned.
“What?” My mother batted her eyes with sham innocence.
