“We’rejust friends,” I repeat.
“It makes me sad when you lie.”
“I’m not lying,” I say through another laugh. “How’s Mr. Tinder from next door?”
Her spoon drops into her yogurt cup.
“Stop calling him that.”
“Well, coming to your house to ask you if he set up his dating profile right, then showing you all of it is a major pickup move if I ever saw one.”
“It wasn’t even Tinder.”
I chuckle as her cheeks turn a rosy color.
“Wait, do you like him?”
“No.”
“Grandma! You have a crush.”
“This phone call isn't about me.”
“It is now.”
She shakes her head.
“I’ll be in Lovers this weekend. Nat and I will be at the lodge looking at the spaces for the wedding.”
Grandma perks up in her chair.
“Just the two of you?”
“No, her fiancé is coming too. And his sister.”
She huffs. “I’ll stop by.”
“Be nice, Grandma.”
“I’m always nice.”
My grin is my only reply.
“I’ll see you later, dear. I love you.”
“I love you too.”
Silence fills my kitchen as soon as she hangs up.
Even my grandmother has a busier dating life than me.
I sit back, take a bite, and then look at my laptop.
Shit, is this a sign that dating again is the direction I need to go?
I mean, I date, but no one has ever sparked anything inside me to ask for a second date. I don't see the point if I don't see it going anywhere.
Why chance hurting someone when I know after one day?
