So tomorrow my book CHANCE ( LAST MAN STANDING #12) releases into the book reading world and I figured I’d give you one more chance ( see what I did there! LOL) to determine if you’d like to read the entire book.
Today’s snippet goes to the heart of the #fakedating premise of the book between Freddie and Chance.
Enjoy…
When he laid it all out she had to admit, the idea was pretty out there.
“I know it’s a last-minute request and I totally understand if you don’t want to say yes. But I really want you to say yes.”
“I don’t know,” she said, biting down on a corner of her lip. “It’s kind of…deceitful, isn’t it?”
“In a way. But for the best of reasons. If they think I’m dating someone they’ll be happy for me and I’ll have the added benefit of them getting off their hook-me-up endeavors for a while. And believe me, I could use a break from that. There’s nothing worse than a grown man being set up by a bunch of elderly women with good intentions.”
“No, I don’t imagine there is.” She laughed.
“It’s only for one night,” he added. “Just to get through this party. There’s nothing else planned until my Aunt Theresa’s birthday in July and by then I’ll have figured something out to get them off my backs permanently.”
“That’s only three months away, you know.”
“Yeah, but I’m looking at it as three months reprieve where I won’t be harassed with dating matchups.”
“Have you ever simply thought to tell them your views on marriage? Marriage for you, in particular?”
“The cousins—their kids—yes. But they’re all married, too. I’ve never said outright to the aunts that I don’t want to get married. I’m afraid a few of them would have heart attacks or start invoking my mother’s name as a way to ward off whatever bedevilment they think has possessed me. Their definition of a happy life is a happy wife and kids for every man they know. It’s their…generation’s, I guess, way of thinking.”
Freddie nodded. “My mother’s a little younger than your aunts, I think, but she feels the same way.”
She sat back and stared at him for a moment.
“Say I say yes—”
“Please do.”
She rolled her eyes. “Say I agree to go with you as your, what? Fake girlfriend?”
He nodded.
“What are you gonna tell them about me? About how we met?”
“The truth is always the best way to avoid issues,” he said. “You own and manage the coffee bar in my office building. We met and hit if off, decided to date.”
“What happens if they ask if I’ve ever been married? If I have any kids?”
“Tell them whatever you’re comfortable with. You don’t need to lie—”
“Good, since we’ll already be lying about our relationship.”
He frowned. “I guess I don’t consider it lying as much as I think of it as a way to keep the aunts out of my hair for a bit.”
She nodded. “What would you expect me to do?”
He shrugged. “Whatever girlfriends do when they meet their boyfriend’s relatives.” He raked his hands down his face, then readjusted his glasses. “And I can’t believe I’m describing myself that way at my age.”
“You’ve got a few years left in you,” she said with a grin.
Intrigued? I hope so!!! Peg
Peggy Jaeger, Author 