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“My sister is like that,” he said easily, tipping his chin up to smile at the server.
“Hi, folks. What can I get for you?”
Lucky chatted with her then ordered for both of us, confirming with me that he got mine correct, then asked what I wanted to drink.
This date already rated far and above any in recent memory. The last man I went out with ordered his meal first, criticized my choice, then had the audacity to put his big fingers on my plate to steal my fries. The very same food item he criticized for its trans fats.
“You have a sister?”
“I have four sisters,” he corrected.
“Oh my!” I laughed. “Tell me you’re not the middle child.”
“I am,” he chuckled. “But I share that space with my older brother.”
“So, you had a built-in partner-in-crime.”
He laughed outright. “I did. He’s more crime oriented than me. It was his schemes that got us into trouble. My skills lay in the area of charming our way out of it. He’s better looking and smart as a whip. I’m much more charming and charismatic.”
I laughed out loud. “And humble,” I added. “Mustn’t forget humble.”
“I’m the humblest,” he agreed.
Easy to talk to, easy on the eyes, he didn’t push, he didn’t prod, and he listened as well as spoke.
“What was it like growing up in a large family?”
He shrugged. “It’s hard to answer that question. It’s what I knew, what I know. It’s normal for me. There were a lot of personalities in our house, which made it difficult at times. Holidays were a blast. My mom was chronically tired, but she was happy. And she worked hard to ensure we were as well.”
“Was?” I asked gently.
He nodded. “Was. She passed away many years ago. My youngest sister was only twenty. My dad was older than her and followed five years later.” The faraway look in his eyes revealed his trek intothe past. “Those five years were brutal for him.” His attention came back to me. “Her death came as a shock. Car accident.”
“I’m sorry, Lucky.”
“Me too. She was a good woman. Always smiling.”
Like you.
“And your dad?”
“Good man,” he replied immediately. “Loved his wife, loved his kids, and didn’t shy away from showing it, although as a kid I could have done without the PDA. They set the bar high.”
“Is that why you’re not married with six kids of your own?”
He slapped a hand over his chest in mock alarm. “You’re going to give me a heart attack! No six kids for me. Too busy. And with the state of the economy, I just don’t think it’s feasible to have that many children and be able to give them everything I’d like to give them.”
He wanted kids. Not six, perhaps, but it was clear he planned on having some.
I couldn’t give him kids.
First off, I was too old. If I got pregnant tonight, I’d be forty-five when the baby was born. Which wasn’t terrible. My foster parents would have been forty-five when I was born. However, my meds, which had taken years to get right, did not mix well with pregnancy and I could not function without them.
So, while Lucky was indeed charming and I could admit he made my lady parts sing, this would not amount to more than friendship or perhaps a temporary fling.
“I feel like most of the conversation is going on inside your head,” he mused.
I tilted my head to the side. “How old are you?”
