Trouble with the Fake Boyfriend (Rock Bottom #3) - Holly Renee Page 0,10

flipped him off as he chuckled. He had heard this conversation at least a hundred times before. “I can’t wait until I get to help plan your wedding.”

“I know, Mom.” Little did she know that it would be a long-ass time away, if ever.

“I just don’t understand why you can’t find a nice girl.”

Maybe because I wasn’t into nice girls. I was into fun girls, if you get my drift.

But I wouldn’t be telling her that. She would probably reach through the phone and slap the shit out of me.

“You know I’m not going to be here forever. I’d love to actually be able to spend time with my grandchildren.”

I practically spit out my beer. I was used to the settling down conversation, but she was pulling out the big guns today.

“Mom, I’m not having kids anytime soon.” I could see Tucker’s back shake as he listened to our conversation.

“Oh, Liam.” My mother sighed. “I just love you so much, and I want you to find love like me and your father.”

She kept talking but I started to drown her out. I was going to be back in Tennessee in less than a week, and I would have to hear this all again then. Hell, I practically had it memorized at this point.

“I saw Katie the other day. She was asking about you.”

Katie Hunter.

My high school sweetheart, the one girl who I actually had a serious relationship with, and the last person I wanted my mom to bring up right now.

Katie and I weren’t together anymore because we didn’t work. In any way. Although I refused to see that fact until she started sleeping with someone else. It was blatantly obvious in hindsight. Despite what my mother wanted, I wasn’t going to end up with Katie Hunter or any girl that was anything like her.

“I’m seeing someone,” I interrupted her rant about love and happiness and how I could have both with Katie, and I winced soon as the lie left my mouth.

Tucker’s head popped up and he looked at me like I had lost my damn mind. I was almost one hundred percent certain that I had, but at least it would maybe get her off my back for half a second.

“Oh my gosh.” She was practically squealing in my ear. “When do we get to meet her?”

She asked me the question, but she started talking again before I could answer.

“He said he’s met someone, Jim.”

I ran my hand down my face as I heard my father’s name.

“Mom.” I didn’t want her to tell everyone. I didn’t need my own lie getting out of hand.

“I know.” She was still talking to my dad and ignoring me.

“You should bring her to Sam’s wedding.” She was practically screaming at me now.

My cousin who was two years younger than me and already getting married. Just throwing me straight under the damn bus. It was the reason I would be going back home to Tennessee for a long-ass week with my family.

“I don’t know, Mom. I doubt she can get off work with such short notice, but I’ll try.”

She started to talk again, but I cut her off. “Oh shit, Tucker. Mom, I’m going to have to go. Tucker’s trying to carry a dresser all by himself.”

He was actually sitting at the kitchen table in front of me watching my Oscar-worthy performance.

“Okay. I love you.” She sounded so damn excited, and I actually felt bad. But I couldn’t break her heart now by telling her it was a lie.

“I love you too.”

Tucker finished his beer and set it down on the table as I clicked my phone off.

“Well, that was an epic fuck up.” He was grinning like it was the best thing that had happened to him since the day he married Kennedy.

I looked toward the ceiling and counted to five in my head. “I was just trying to get her off my back.”

“And how did that work out for you?” He chuckled, and I swear if he wasn’t my best friend, I would deck him.

“She wants me to bring the new love of my life to Sam’s wedding.”

“How are you going to get out of that?”

“I’m just going to continue to lie and say that she couldn’t get off work.” I shrugged my shoulders like I had it all figured out.

“You know she’s going to want details. What’s her name? Where does she work? Do you have any pictures? Does she want kids?”

“Shit.” I pushed off the counter and grabbed another