Her Last First Date. Susan Mallery

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      He laughed. “If necessary.”

      “Okay. Thanks, Josh. You’ve been great.”

      They stared at each other for a second, then she turned and walked away. He stayed where he was, watching her move through the diner, appreciating the sway of her hips and the swinging movement of her sleek hair.

      Being alive suddenly didn’t feel so bad.

      “Did you like her?” Abbey asked the second Josh walked into the house. “I’ve always liked her. I think she’s great, but what did you think?”

      Josh bent down and kissed his sister-in-law on the cheek. “I liked her.”

      “Really?”

      “I swear.”

      “Good.” Abbey beamed at Pete. “He liked her.”

      “I heard.”

      Abbey had loosely pinned up her long, blond hair. The free ends bounced as she spun and hurried into the kitchen, waving for him to follow her.

      “A couple of my friends are being protective about Crissy wanting to meet Brandon. They’re afraid she’s going to make trouble.” Abbey opened the oven, then pulled out two freshly baked loaves of bread.

      His mouth watered. Abbey had a lot of great qualities, and he’d always put her baking near the top of the list.

      “She’s looking for a connection,” he said.

      “That’s what I said. All these years we’ve invited her to be a part of the family, but she’s always held back.” Abbey set the pans on cooling racks, then turned to him. “She has family, but they don’t live around here. I’ve always wondered if she’s lonely.”

      Pete sighed, then put his arm around his wife’s shoulders. “Stop rescuing the world. Crissy is a very successful businesswoman. She doesn’t need you messing in her life.”

      “I’m not messing. I don’t mess. I’m just saying, she needs us.”

      Pete looked at Josh, then rolled his eyes. “Let it go,” he said, with exaggerated patience. “Crissy’s fine.”

      “Maybe we could fix her up with someone.”

      “She can get her own guy. Don’t you have enough to worry about?”

      Josh walked over to the cookie jar on the counter and reached inside. Abbey had made chocolate chip cookies the previous day and the four he’d eaten then hadn’t been close to enough. Now as his brother and sister-inlaw continued on with a very familiar argument, he munched on two more.

      Pete and Abbey were the kind of couple who had been born for each other. From the first moment they’d met, they’d both known they would be together forever. There hadn’t been any games or questions or even a discussion. They’d started dating their sophomore year of high school and from that first night, had known what their future would be.

      “So she’s coming to the party?” Abbey asked anxiously.

      “That’s what she said,” Josh told her. “She wants to meet Brandon.”

      Abbey smiled. “That’s good. We’re all going to be one big family. She’ll get to know him and relax and then he can know his birth mother.” She turned to Pete. “What about Zeke? He’s single.”

      Pete groaned, then glanced at his brother. “Escape while you still can. When she gets like this, she’s impossible to stop.”

      Crissy was generally a fan of the whole weekend concept, but this time, Saturday had come along way too quickly. She’d spent the morning trying to figure out the right thing to wear to a “Hey, we’re adopting” party. She wanted to make a good impression, but not stand out. Casual, but not too casual. Pretty, but not sexy.

      She tried telling herself that Brandon was a twelve-year-old boy. He wouldn’t even notice her. But still, every time she thought about meeting him there were jumping frogs where her stomach should have been.

      She finally settled on a pair of tailored jeans, a lightweight fitted sweater and a leather jacket. Boots gave her some height. She fussed with her hair, did her makeup twice and generally spent more time sweating her appearance than she had on any first date in recent memory.

      Not that she went on many first dates anymore. She hated them. Dating was miserable enough without dealing with the whole “get to know” first date.

      After changing her earrings again, she walked out to the living room where her cat, King Edward, lay in a patch of sun.

      “How do I look?” she asked as she turned in a slow circle. “If you were a twelve-year-old boy, would I embarrass you or not?”

      King Edward raised his head, blinked twice, then yawned.

      “Yeah, that’s what I thought,” she muttered, grabbed her keys and headed out.

      In less time than it should have taken, she pulled up in front of a sprawling ranch-style house in a comfy suburban section of Riverside. It was the kind of street where kids rode bikes and neighbors took in packages for each other.

      Crissy had to park a nearly half a block away, due to the number of cars. Josh hadn’t been kidding when he’d said it was a big party. All the easier for her to get lost in the crowd, she thought as she climbed out.

      She’d taken him up on his offer and phoned when she’d been on her way. As she approached, she saw him step out onto the small porch and head toward her.

      He was taller than she remembered and oddly enough, better looking. She liked the way he smiled at her and tried to focus on him rather than her reason for being there.

      “Nervous?” he asked as she approached.

      “Paralyzed. I may start drooling.”

      “That will make an impression.”

      They stared at each other. He shoved his hands into his jeans pockets and smiled.

      “It’s okay. Take a breath. You’ll do fine.”

      “Something you don’t actually know,” she muttered. “I have a fabulous imagination and I can come up with about three hundred disaster scenarios in less than a minute.”

      “Impressive.”

      He looked far too amused for her taste. “You could be more sympathetic here. It’s my life on the line.”

      “It’s not your life. It’s nothing more than—”

      But before he could attempt to convince her of the impossible, the front door banged open and a twelve-year-old boy burst onto the porch.

      “Uncle Josh, come on! We’re going to play football and I want you on my team.”

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