The Fake Fiancee
He didn't have time to look for a wife.
Joe Riley stifled his exasperation when his mother cut him off midsentence. She meant well, but her manipulation drove him nuts. He didn't have time for this phone conversation, either. A glance at the in-box on his desk confirmed that. "Mom, I can find my own dates. Stop interfering."
In the heavy silence that followed, the memory of his mother in CCU came into his mind, tubes and machines keeping her alive. He swallowed, pushing away the thought. Trying to be cautious regarding her health, he'd become so indulgent the situation had gotten out of hand—or, rather, out of his hands and into his mother's.
"Ever since I had that heart attack, I've been—"
Joe tuned out her emotional blackmail. He didn't need a reminder of the scare that had made him move to his parents' town just north of Kansas City, Missouri. He did need a plan to stop his mother without upsetting her and endangering her health, and he needed it soon. Last week would have been good.
"And," she continued, "I'm concerned you're heading down the same path as your dad. You work even more than he did. You don't go out and enjoy life."
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