actually want a girlfriend and that was because even at thirty-five, he wasn’t
near ready to settle down. he wanted to keep playing the field. If his mom
found out that he was continuing his streak of one-night stands when he was
supposed to have a girlfriend, Kiera figured that she’d probably castrate
him. No, Gwen was way too nice for that. Shane was the freaking apple of
her eye. He was an only child too, which kind of explained why his mom
was both way too clingy and semi-frantic for a grandchild.
“Hey,” Kiera responded after far too much silence. “I-I’m just coming
back from a pick. Going to be a couple hours yet.”
“That’s fine. I was just calling to see if you’d like to have dinner
tomorrow night. Mom invited us over. Again.”
“That sounds great. What time?”
“I’ll pick you up at six?”
“Sounds good. I’ll be ready. Should I bring anything?”
“Considering Mom always makes enough food to feed twenty of us, I’d
say she’s good. If you wanted to bring some wine, though, I don’t think
she’d refuse it.”
“Okay. Will do.”
“I can’t wait to see you, honey buns. I’ve missed you.”
For the love of… “I’ve missed you too,” she scraped out. “See you
tomorrow.” Kiera punched the button to end the call before Shane could
spew anything else. He kind of thought the whole fake relationship was
funny and when his mom wasn’t around, he wasn’t immune to making her
regret ever entering into it with his disgustingly fake terms of endearment.
She wondered what kind of pickup lines Shane used on the women he
actually slept with. Gross. It was enough that every single time Shane
hugged her or kissed her or put his hand on her ass or whatever, her skin
crawled. She didn’t want to actually start thinking about where those hands
and lips had been.
“Your boyfriend sounds nice,” Romi said sweetly.