covering the same territory again,” I reminded Lissy wearily, tired of talking and getting nowhere.
I turned to Tony. “A son, huh?”
“He’s about six years old and his name is Noah. That’s all I know. Apparently Dr. Reynolds is closemouthed about him, too. I wouldn’t even know this but his receptionist let it slip.”
“Aren’t you dating his receptionist—among others?”
Tony shrugged helplessly, as if he had no control over his bountiful love life.
Lissy sighed. “It’s just not fair. All I want is one good man, just one, and Tony has a whole field of flowers to pick from.”
“‘Love sought is good, but given unsought is better.’ That’s from Twelfth Night.”
“Maybe I should start quoting poetry. Right now the only way to describe my dating status is ‘This little piggy went to market, this little piggy stayed home.’ Men! Bah, pigs!”
Geranium, seeming to recognize her species, raised her head and grunted.
“Sorry, Geri, I didn’t mean to insult you.” Lissy tugged at her hair. “I’ve been stood up twice this week—and not because anyone had a good excuse. I’d break up with the guy, but I feel like I should do it in person and he never shows!”
Lissy’s love life is the opposite of Tony’s. All the men she meets have issues of one kind or another. Watching Tony and Lissy navigate the dating world is reason enough for me to decide it’s not worth it. Come to think of it, I’m thankful Hank moved to Mississippi. If he hadn’t, we might have drifted into a longer, going-nowhere relationship before we decided we weren’t right for each other.
“I’d better leave,” Tony said. “Your food is gone, and I have to get up early tomorrow.”
“Me, too.” Lissy jumped to her feet and gave me a hug. “You’re a peach, Molly.”
I didn’t say anything, but the way I allow these two to run roughshod over me, I don’t think I’m a fruit at all. I’m a nut.
Lissy paused at the gigantic bulletin board I keep by my front door. It’s filled with baby pictures my clients have sent me. “Is there anything cuter than this?” She pointed to a chubby baby with three extra chins. “Or this?” Her finger landed on a pair of twins in pink ruffles that threatened to engulf them.
“You’ve got a great job and a wonderful service to offer,” Tony said as he opened the front door. “We have to figure out a way to execute your idea.”
Execute. Right. And Dr. Clay Reynolds is running the guillotine.
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