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“Sounds great. You mind if I borrow some toothpaste? Maybe some mouth wash?” He scrubbed a hand across his stubbled jaw.
“Sure. You can use my bathroom upstairs. Toothpaste is on the counter.”
“Thanks.”
He went upstairs and I went to find my phone, which was still in my purse by the door. I had several missed texts and calls from Charlie, and I was about to text her back when my phone rang.
It was my mother.
“Good morning,” I greeted as I walked back toward the kitchen.
“Good morning,” she replied. “I didn’t wake you, did I?”
“No. I was awake. What’s going on?”
“I’m about to walk into my yoga class, but I wanted to tell you that we had dinner with Senator Anderson and his son last night.”
“That’s nice,” I said, not rising to the bait.
“I’m donating to his re-election campaign.”
“I imagine you would. Is that all you called to tell me?”
“Walker asked about you.”
“Why would he ask about me? He doesn’t know anything about me.”
My mother was silent.
“Mom, what have you told him?”
“I might have given him your number.”
I ground my teeth in frustration. “I was not put on this planet so I could enter into a marriage of alliance.”
“A marriage of alliance?” she repeated. “That’s not what I want for you.”
“No? I don’t see you giving my number out to the plumber’s son who fixed your toilet three months ago.”
“Think what you want of me, but I want you to be happy.”
“I am happy.”
“You’re not happy! You fill your days volunteering and spending time with Charlie, but what else do you do?”
Bones came down the stairs, and my eyes met his.
“I don’t share everything I do with you, Mom.”
She sighed. “I don’t want to argue.”
“Then why do you push my buttons on purpose?”
“I just want you to have what I had with your father. Life is better when you’re sharing it with someone.”
“And you think Walker Anderson the Third is the someone I should share my life with, huh? You’ve met him, what? A handful of times. You don’t really know him. You just know his pedigree and the family he belongs to. I love you, Mom. I do. But you’ve got to stop this match-making business.”
She fell silent again. “Will you come to Sunday dinner?”
