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I envied him a bit that day.
“What’s new with you?” he asked after finishing all the antic-filled stories. “What’s the next thrill?”
I hesitated in telling him about Monroe. We’d only found out that morning and hadn’t gotten a response yet. Heath would be supportive either way. He had a good heart. “Ansel and I joined a mating app.”
“No shit?” His eyes got rounder.
“No shit. This morning, we were matched with someone. Her name is Monroe.”
I stacked our empty baskets and slid off the stool. “Let’s play and talk. I need all the details.”
We set up the game and grabbed cue sticks. I told him everything since the night before. He said he understood. He couldn’t believe how he’d had any happiness before Amy. “You two have been alone so long. I’m damned happy for you.”
“Wanna see her picture?” My bear and I knew Heath was safe. Amy owned his heart.
“Yeah.” He came around the table and leaned over my shoulder. “Whoa. Ed, she’s a lot younger, right?”
“She is.”
He snorted. “Damn, are you sure she knows how old you are?”
I showed him a glimpse of Monroe’s preferences without scrolling down to the bottom where she’d revealed her more intimate proclivities. “See?”
My brother snickered. “You know what? A young, wild thing might be the perfect match for you two. And she likes older men. Might call you daddy if you ask nicely.”
The punk might lose his teeth to the end of my cue stick, but I kept my anger at bay. Besides, the idea of teaching Monroe a lesson or two with my hand on her ass and her responding with Yes, Daddy didn’t feel like the worst idea.
Shit. We hadn’t even heard back from the female, and already I stood there, in the middle of a pool hall, fantasizing about her.
I was in deep trouble.
We finished playing and said our goodbyes after I let him win a few hundred from me. He worked for one of the companies we had overhauled, so I knew he was paid well, but with kids and a mate, everyone needed some extra green from time to time.
I got a burger order to go, minus the chili, and put it on the passenger seat on my way home. My phone pinged a few times, but I would talk to Ansel when I got home. I might be reckless in terms of seeking adrenaline hits, but getting into an accident over a text wasn’t on my list.
When I came into the kitchen, he sat at the table and happily accepted my offering of a burger. “What do you think?” he asked. “I can’t believe it.”
“Believe what? I didn’t check your texts.”
“Monroe responded to our message and she accepted the match. The ball is in our court. I’m still in a stupor. I mean, what’s the next step?”
Chapter Seven
Monroe
“Well, fuck me to Sunday and call me Tuesday,” I breathed out, leaning against the counter during a lull to find out why my phone was buzzing.
“Monroe!” Benji said. “What? I… Only I can cuss like that in the shop. I didn’t even realize you had it in you. Who are you?”
Wasn’t often that I shocked Benji, so I soaked in the moment while staring at the bubble on my phone screen. “I have a match,” I whispered.
“Already?” he asked, coming over to stand next to me. “Why are you blushing, Monroe? I thought you were only doing this to get your family off your back?” He mimicked my tone and probably did a good job. Except, I hoped I sounded less whiny.
“I’m scared to click on it.”
He laughed and bumped my hip with his. “Why? Because they might be ugly or because they might be hella hot and you could actually like them?”
I faced him. “You think I’m afraid to meet a man?”
