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“The Matrix,” I say.
“Braveheart,” Dom says.
We high-five each other.
“Those aren’t romance movies,” Carm says.
Dom stares blankly at Carm. “Anyway… one of us needs to find her a guy she can’t refuse. Then hopefully sparks will fly, and a whirlwind romance begins. Truthfully, all we really need is Blanca to bring the guy home to dinner. Mom’s spirits will be lifted, and we won’t be compared to our cousins, the wonderful Bianco brothers, anymore.”
“I talked to Luca the other day,” Carm says.
Kate slides our dishes onto the table. We each say our thanks while Carm waits for one of us to ask him about his conversation with our cousin Luca.
“Good for you.” Dom puts his hands over our dishes before we have a chance to eat. “Let’s see who has to be the one to find someone for her first.” He rests his hand on his open palm.
“I’m not doing rock, paper, scissors,” I say.
Dom and Carm look at one another, snickering.
“Because you know you’ll lose.” The grin on Carm’s face makes me want to smack him.
“I don’t lose every fucking time.” I tear apart my pizza, not giving one shit what Dom says.
“Then why won’t you do it?” Dom asks.
“Because this whole thing is childish. Finding our sister a date? I’m trying to make partner at work. I don’t have time for this.”
“I’m responsible for millions of people’s money.”
“Slight exaggeration.” I take a bite of my pizza. God, that’s good.
“What about me? This for-sale-by-owner woman is stressing me out. I have to stay one step ahead of her at all times.”
“See? We’re all busy, so it’s only fair. We rock, paper, scissors and loser finds the date.” Dom puts his fist on his palm again.
I shake my head.
“Stop being a baby,” he goads.
“I’m not being a baby. If you’re so worried about it, you find her the date.” I have another bite of pizza, downing it with my water.
Kate breezes by. “I’ll grab your bill, Dom?”
“Perfect. Thanks.” Dom waves and sets his attention back on us.
“Let’s just get this over with.” Carm mimics Dom.
“Don’t you think we’re too old for these games?” I ask.
“No,” they answer at the same time.
“And you’re not going to let this go?” I ask, wiping my hands on my napkin, preparing to play their stupid game.
“Unless you want to bring a girl to Sunday dinner, this is our only way to get Ma off our back for a while.” Dom smiles and winks.
I position my fist on my palm. “Fine. Two out of three.”
“Nope.” Dom’s forearm muscles tense.
