Page 53 of Where You Go (Whisper Lake 5)

“I’m. Going. To. Kill. Bitchette!” Rasha stated each word emphatically.

“Your homicidal impulse, although appreciated, is not needed. Chrissy, who I think took pity on me because she is going through a horrible divorce herself, handled it. Hot Cop, er um Grady is her brother-in-law, or I guess soon to be ex brother-in-law, he just moved to town to be closer to his mom, who I met today, she’s amazing. Anyway, he’s been in town for a few weeks and since he got here, he’s been the target of some particularly aggressive geriatric matchmakers and it’s sort of affecting his job and sanity. So Chrissy suggested that he go to the wedding with me and then, since I’m going back to the city, he can say that we’re dating for the next few months to get them to back off.”

Rasha was silent for a moment and Liv thought the call might have dropped. She was checking the connection when she heard her friend say, “Okay there is so much that we need to unpack here. We are definitely going to be circling back to the aggressive geriatric matchmakers—”

“The Needlepoint Mafia.”

“The what now?”

“That’s the name of their knitting group, The Needlepoint Mafia. The women that run it are the matchmakers.”

“That might be the best thing I’ve ever heard in my life and also, I want to be them when I grow up. But, more importantly, let me get this straight, you went to the wedding with Hot Cop, spent the night with him—”

“I didn’t tell you I spent the night with him!”

“You didn’t have to. You didn’t answer your phone until one o’clock and you met his mom today. You obviously spent the night with him.”

Liv couldn’t argue. She had.

“So back to my clarification, you slept with him, met his mom, and now are going to be in a fake relationship to keep the elderly cupid’s arrows at bay.”

“Yep.”

“Oh, this is going to be fun.”

Was it? Right now, it didn’t feel fun. In fact, the only thing that sounded fun to Liv was turning her car around and driving right back to Grady. But she couldn’t do that. She had responsibilities. Her grandad needed her. Plus, this wasn’t a real relationship.

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