MIA
My mother-in-law came back out with a fresh pitcher of iced tea.
Ryan waited until she sat down. Then he looked at me like he had been saving the sentence.
“Mom already chose someone for Jake.”
The pool went too quiet. Water slapped the tile. A dragonfly cut across the surface and was gone.
I stared at him. “Chose someone.”
“A wife,” he said. “Or close enough. An introduction first. Then we see.”
My mother-in-law smiled, pleased. “She’s a good girl. Stable. Pretty. Her family has a private clinic outside Chicago. Not like the women he keeps around the gym.”
Ryan leaned back in his chair, happy in a way I had not seen in weeks. “Exactly. It’s time he stopped playing around. He’s not twenty-five anymore.”
My mouth felt dry. “Does Jake know?”
“Of course he knows,” Ryan said. “Mo
