“How about we schedule that meeting you’ve been dodging?”
“I’ll get back to you on that.”
“You sure? You won’t fall off the face of the earth again?”
“I won’t,” I promise.
She hangs up.
As I pocket my phone, I notice Gwen and Gerard are deep in conversation. Hesitant to interrupt them, I remain quiet and stare out the window.
When we get home, Gwen suggests making dinner.
We’re setting the table and pouring the heavenly-smelling soup into bowls when Brogan arrives.
Gwen drops the spoon she was using to stir the soup and rushes out to greet him. “Son!”
“Hey, mom.”
I turn.
Find Brogan’s blue eyes on me.
There’s something in them.
Something that makes my heart flutter.
I shyly lift my hand. “Hey.”
He nods.
Pulling my lips in, I turn away.
“Come and eat,” Gwen says, leading him into the kitchen.
We share a warm meal together and then Gwen wanders to the living room to watch TV.
I clear my throat. “Venus called me today.”
“Venus?”
“The matchmaker.”
“Right.” He leans back.
“I agreed to meet with her next week.”
“Great.”
“Yeah.”
Awkward silence falls between us.
I pull my fingers together. “Brogan?”
“Yes?”
“If you want, I mean… this is just a suggestion, but you don’t have to sleep on the floor tonight.”