Well Matched (Well Met #3)(4)

“Um.” I had no idea how to process that. Something must have shown on my face, because he sighed.

“That’s not what I mean. I mean, you are. But I don’t . . .” He huffed in exasperation. “What I mean is . . . You’re smart. You’re mature. If you went to the party with me like you were my girlfriend, you’d make me look more mature by association, you know? Then maybe they’d get off my back.”

“Okay . . .” I could see his point. We’d just pretended to be a couple in front of the whole bar here, so I definitely had the skill set for it. But that had been what, about a minute and a half? This would be a whole evening, with his entire extended family. That was a long time to keep up a pretense.

Then again . . . I stole a glance across the table as Mitch waved down Nikki for the check. He wore his usual tight T-shirt, and his muscles were a great thing to look at. There were certainly worse ways to spend an evening than to be the fake girlfriend of Willow Creek’s hottest bachelor. I could waste a few hours hanging on to one of those biceps. And besides, Mitch was a nice guy who’d just saved me from a creep in a gray suit. While we hadn’t logged a whole lot of one-on-one time, whenever we’d hung out together we’d had a fun kind of push-and-pull banter between us. Not flirting, exactly, just . . . messing with each other. When it came down to it, Mitch was fun to be around. There wasn’t any reason to say no.

But I wasn’t quite ready to say yes. Big family party. That’s what he’d said. That sounded like quite the crowd. And I hated crowds. I took another gulp of cider.

“Can I think about it?”

Mitch’s face cleared up as though I’d already agreed to this whole thing. “Yeah! Of course. It’s not till next month. Plenty of time.”

“Okay,” I said. “I’ll think about it.” I tried to hand Mitch my card to pay for the pizza, but he batted it away with an annoyed look.

“Cut it out, Mama. I got this.”

I let him pay, but I sighed at the nickname. Everyone had a nickname when you were with Mitch. “Mama” kind of annoyed me, but it was better than “MILF,” at least.

I left Jackson’s with my ex-husband’s card in my purse and Mitch’s words echoing in my head. Be my girlfriend. I had a lot to think about.





Two





So, wait.” There was a whir of noise from the espresso machine as my sister, Emily, frothed the milk. “He wants you to do what?”

“You heard me.” I dropped into a chair at the table nearest the coffee bar. I’d swung by Read It & Weep, the bookstore that Emily managed, right when it opened. There weren’t many people clamoring for books at ten in the morning on a Saturday in May, so I had her all to myself. She’d taken one look at my under-caffeinated face and led me to the coffee bar section to make us some vanilla lattes.

“I did hear you.” Emily poured the steamed milk into two mugs with a half-hearted attempt at latte art. She was terrible at it, but the coffee itself was excellent, so who cared. “But I think the machine was too loud and I heard you wrong. Because it sounded an awful lot like Mitch wants you to be his girlfriend.”

“Fake girlfriend,” I corrected. “I don’t think he’s proposing an actual relationship here.” Wouldn’t that be something.

Emily came around the counter with the mugs, passing one to me before sitting across from me at the table. “You’re going to need to give me more info than that.”

“I don’t have much.” I blew across the top of the mug. “He needs a date to a family event, and thought I’d be a better candidate than the girls he usually picks up.” He hadn’t put it in exactly those words, but I’d read between the lines.

“Are you gonna do it?”

“I’m not sure. I mean, it seems harmless, right?” I took a cautious sip of coffee; it was still hot.

“True . . .” Emily tapped her index finger on her bottom lip while she thought. “But you have a lot on your plate right now. Don’t want you to overextend yourself.”

“It’s not that bad. Prom season is over, after all.” That had been an ordeal. From finding the right dress, to stressing about her plans, Caitlin had been prom obsessed for the better part of this year so far. Her friend group had decided not to couple up, and instead had chipped in to rent a limo, the six of them piling in together, and from all accounts it had been a success.

“Right.” Emily’s voice was dry. “So now all that’s left is finals and graduation. Oh, and Renaissance Faire tryouts in a couple weeks.”

I groaned. “Is it time for that already?”

Emily nodded with the look of a world-weary soldier. “Every year around this time. Caitlin will be there, right? I think Simon’s counting on her.”

“She wouldn’t miss it.” That was an understatement. The Renaissance Faire was the town’s big fundraiser for the local school system, and it had grown from something held on the high school football field to a multi-weekend event in the woods, including a real live joust with horses and everything. It wasn’t my thing, though I’d gone once or twice.

But it was very much my daughter’s thing; Caitlin had jumped in right after her freshman year of high school, and had roped in Emily too since she’d needed a chaperone. That was how Emily had met her husband, in fact, since Simon was the one who ran the whole thing. At the time, I’d actually been thankful for my car accident; if I hadn’t been laid up, I would have had to volunteer with Caitlin. Or I would have had to tell her she couldn’t do the Ren Faire. Both of which had been nightmare scenarios.