Chapter 4: Max at Home
“So, are you seeing anybody?”
Max frowned at his mother as he set the table. Every week, the same routine: stuff him with home-cooking and grill him about his s*x life. Mom had long ago given up the idea of grandchildren from her only son, but she was still intent on finding him the perfect man.
“I’m not looking for romance, Mom. I told you that. I need to concentrate on my career.” Max ignored the fact that he’d been thinking about romance quite a bit over the past few days. Ever since running into that hot Kit Barlow at the park. He thumped a plate onto the table with a bit more force than necessary, trying to ignore the little voice in his head, the one that said he might indeed be looking for something.
Mom waved her spoon in his direction. “You’re too seriou
