He opened the door to the restaurant and anxiously scouted the foyer. “Listen, I have to give you fair warning before you meet my family. I don’t bring women around. At all. They’re going to be all over you like a cheap suit.” “Wow. So I’m the first.” “Yep.” “I’m flattered you’d open yourself up to interrogation on my behalf.” “I’d be more nervous than flattered if I were you. They’re relentless.” “I can handle it.” “Are you sure?” Because he sure as hell wasn’t. Wanting what he couldn’t have… shouldn’t have… never ended well. Bringing her into this part of his life would only make things harder. She deserved more than he was capable of giving, and constant hints about his social agenda made her stance painfully obvious. He spotted Steve first, then the almost imperceptible nudge to his mother, Pamela, who visibly lit up at the sight of her son accompanied by a woman. The fact that said woman looked like a supermodel was just an added bonus.
