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“What’s going on, Mom?” Parker asks.

“I’m forty-five years old, Mother. I don’t need you meddling in my life, and I definitely don’t need to be on some dating website.” I can’t believe this.

I park my ass back in my chair, set my beer down, and pick up my scalpel to continue working on my rocking chair.

“Now, honey. Like I said, don’t be mad.” She shuffles up next to me. “I just want you to be happy.”

“So, you made me a profile on some dating website?”

Parker has joined us and crosses his arms over his broad chest. “C’mon Mom, even I think that’s low.”

“No, it isn’t. This site uses data about your personality and life and connects you with the perfect match. They have a ninety-nine percent accuracy.”

“Sounds like a scam.” No one can be that accurate.

“They do.” My mother’s busy pulling her phone out of her own pocket. “Look, they’ve already found you a match.”

I stand. “No, I don’t want to meet her.”

“What do you mean?” My mother appears confused. It’s like she can’t understand how I wouldn’t want to meet some random woman. “Why wouldn’t you want to meet her?”

“Mom, you can’t be serious?” I glance at my brother for help.

“He’s right, Mom. What if this woman is an ax murderer?”

Mom laughs with an eye roll. “She’s not an ax murderer. I’ve seen her picture, and she looks like a nice girl.” She scrolls through her phone, and then shoves it into my face. “See? She’s beautiful.”

I don’t want to look at the phone and refuse to look in her direction. After a minute, Parker pushes me aside to get a good look.

“Damn, she’s hot,” he says.

Maybe I should have a look. No, I don’t need the complications having a girlfriend brings. Why can’t I just live the rest of my life in peace?

“Fine, if you’re not going to look, then I’ll describe her,” my brother says, and I huff and take another swig of beer. “She’s got captivating green eyes and long red hair that falls in waves around her shoulders. Awe, look, she even has a few freckles splattered across her nose.” Damn, he must have zoomed in on her picture to tell that small detail.

“No,” I remark still with my back turned to them.

“What do you mean, no?” Mom asks.

“I’m not meeting her,” I answer as I face her, so she knows I’m serious.

That woman in the picture just sounds like trouble. There’s no way in hell I’m falling for another woman purely to have my heart shattered once again.

Mom’s face falls flat. “Fine. You win. I won’t contact her.” She glances down at my rocking chair. “This is nice.”

“Thanks, Mom.” We spend another hour catching up, and before I know it, both Mom and Parker are leaving to head back to their homes.

I lean back in my chair, watching the sun set before me. “I don’t need a woman, right Rusty?”

He stares at me, but if dogs could talk, I know he’d be agreeing with me. No matter how stunning that picture sounded, it’s all for the best. I don’t need anyone in my life. I’m just fine with the way things are.

Chapter 2

Julia McGregor

“Mom, I love you, but I really don't have time to chat. Can we talk tonight? My assistant is out sick, I've got a meeting in five minutes, and I still need to book my planning trip that she was supposed to do and apparently didn't. I should be leaving on Friday, but that's only in two days and nothing is arranged.”

"Oh dear, that sounds stressful. Let me help you. I can book your trip. You know, put my olden days of being a travel agent to good use, and make all the arrangements," she says.

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