AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“No, he’s a few years older.” She waved the man over.
“Great, so he’s having lunch with us.” It wasn’t a question.
“Yes, I thought it was about time you meet him.” She stood up as the man approached, but I kept my ass in the seat so I wouldn’t slug the guy.
“Stewart, this is my son Colt Barnes. Colt, this is Stewart Milligan.”
He held his hand out to me, and I thought about pushing it away, but manners got the best of me, and I shook it. “Stewart.”
“Colt, it’s nice to finally meet you. Your mom talks about you all the time.”
“Nice to know you are aware of me.” I hit my mother with a stern look, “I wish I could say the same.”
“Well, you would have known if you ever returned my calls.” Stewart held my mother’s chair and then pushed it in slightly as she sat, then took the seat next to her.
“Can I take your orders?” I glanced up at the young waitress who had appeared while I was watching my mother’s boy toy get settled.
“I’ll take your burrito special,” I ordered and pushed my menu toward her. “Hold the onions, though.”
My mother and Stewart ordered quickly, and the waitress wandered off to get our drinks and put our food order in.
“So how long has this,” I swung a hand between the two of them, “been going on?”
My mom turned and made doe eyes at Stewart, and I wanted to gag. “I’ve been seeing your mom about nine months.”
“Nine months?” My mouth fell open, and I looked away, shaking my head. I took a sip of water and cleared my throat before I tried to talk again. “And just how old are you, Stewart?”
“I’m thirty-eight.”
Well, that was older than I had pegged him for. “And what do you do?”
“I’m a doctor, like you.”
“You’re a plastic surgeon?” I sat back in my seat. I thought I knew all the people in my field around this area.
“No,” he laughed, “I’m a gynecologist.”
“You’re kidding.” I slouched. My mother was dating a man almost half her age who spent his day looking into different women’s crotches. How pleasant. I held my hand up, “Please, do not tell me you are her doctor. I don’t want to know.”
They both laughed. “No, he’s not my doctor,” my mother replied. “We met at a fundraiser for the hospital.”
I blew out a breath, “Yeah, like that makes this all better.”
My mother’s phone rang, and she slipped it out of her purse, “Excuse me, gentlemen, I need to take this.” She stood and walked toward the entrance for privacy.
The air around the table grew stilted, and I glanced around. I had no idea what the hell to say to this guy.
“I know this might seem strange, me being as young as I am, but I do honestly care about your mother.”
“You care about her money, too?” I asked as I glared at him.
He shook his head, and I took a moment to study him. He had wide shoulders, around the same size as mine. His hair was a wavy chestnut brown and parted on the side, and he had soft brown eyes and sturdy lines on his face.
“I have my own money, Colt. I’m not after your mother’s.”
“I didn’t know that GYNs made all that much these days. I thought most of your salary went to liability insurance.”
“My money is old money, not from my occupation.” He kept eye contact with me, and I knew that I was being a dick, but what the hell else was I supposed to do?
