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Is that wrong to say?
Our banter was fun, in a weird way, though it appears Margot didn’t feel the same and wasn’t willing to stick out the conversation. Good riddance.
I yawn, bored now that Margot has given me the axe.
Rude of her to delete me without saying goodbye, don’t you think?
“Dating apps suck,” I gripe, making a mental note to complain to Harlow, too, since this is her doing.
I exit the app and plug in my cell to charge, abandoning my efforts for the remainder of the night, and within minutes, I’m asleep, Landon’s advice to use a fake profile ringing in my ears.
Chapter 4
Margot
I may be an adult, but that doesn’t mean I don’t love letting my parents take me to dinner and treat me to a free meal.
A nice meal at that.
I lean back in my chair so the server can set the plate in front of me, smiling and thanking her once she’s through placing it, adjusting the white linen napkin on my lap.
A crystal chandelier hovers above us, casting a soft golden glow over the table, where a small vase of roses decorates the center, low enough that I can see my Mom, Dad, and Wyatt without leaning this way or that.
The sound of clinking silverware against porcelain fills the air.
I take a sip of wine, trying to savor the moment before what’s coming next.
“So,” Mom begins, eyes twinkling. “Been on any dates recently?”
She’s never been subtle in her attempt at prying into my love life, not that I blame her. Now that I’m a mother, I’m sure I will be the same way once Wyatt is old enough to be in a relationship.
“Ah, the perennial question.” I swirl the wine in my glass with a theatrical flourish, focusing on the red liquid inside simply to avoidanswering the question. “You know, Mom, I’ve decided to focus on my career as a professional Wyatt wrangler. It’sverydemanding.”
Wyatt titters, pleased that I’ve included her in my response.
Dad smiles patiently. He’s not as invested in my personal life as my mother but occasionally gets curious enough to raise his brows.
“Mom is on a dating app,” my daughter announces to the table, happy as you please.
She twirls her pasta on a fork and takes a bite, ignoring my gaze.
“Was that necessary?” I mutter. “Announcing it to the entire table?”
“Dating app?” Dad asks. “My buddy Roger is on a dating app.” He makes quick work of cutting the broccoli on his plate with his steak knife. “Probably not the same one, though, he’s in his seventies.”
Wyatt does her best to stifle a childlike giggle.
I chuckle nervously, exchanging a knowing glance with my mom—she’s the one who got us into this conversation. I had hoped to avoid it, not wanting to discuss men in front of my daughter.
“I don’t have my search set to anyone that old.” I lift a forkful of chicken to my lips. “But if I see Roger, I’ll let him know you say hello.”
“Margot!” Mom gasps. “You better not be swiping on old men!”
I can’t help but laugh at the expression on her face. She’s horrified at the possibility of me swiping on my father’s golf buddy? As if I would do that, even to say hello.
“Yup, it’s just me and a sea of men, swiping left, swiping right, hoping to find the one.” I wink at my dad. “Swipe, swipe, swipe.”
My father has had his eyebrows raised this entire time. “No luck?”
