Matzah Ball Surprise by Laura Brown

Author:Laura Brown
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Women's Contemporary Fiction; Women’s Contemporary Romance; Contemporary Romance; Fake Relationship Fiction; Fake Engagement Fiction; Humor & Satire Fiction;General Humorous Fiction; Romantic Comedy; Family Life Fiction; Jewish Fiction; Passover Seder; Matzah Balls; Deaf & Hard of Hearing; American Sign Language; Connecticut; Massachusetts; New Hampshire; New England; Entangled Lovestruck; Entangled Publishing; Laura Brown; Series Romance; Category Length Romance; Two-Hour Romance Short Reads;
Publisher: Entangled Publishing, LLC (Lovestruck)
Published: 2020-02-18T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

By the time the main course arrived, Gaby had managed to relax. An inch. Perhaps two. With Izzy in an actual ASL class there was no way she could pretend she knew more than she did, so her phone sat between Levi’s and her plates, aiding them in chatting.

“I thought I was going to have to set you up with Brian,” her mother began, “but you’ve done well for yourself.”

Gaby couldn’t resist smiling at Levi. If only her actual dates managed to be such a good pick. She then studied the table, realizing that Brian was missing. “Where is he, anyway?”

Her mother cut up a piece of turkey. “Turns out he has a new flame as well and is spending Passover with her family. Love must be in the air.” Her mother brought the turkey to her mouth, eyes on Izzy.

Izzy put her silverware down. “Seriously? I’m twenty-one. Give me a break. Besides, older sister first.”

Gaby rolled her eyes. “Don’t wait on me.”

Izzy leaned forward and eyed Levi, who had started typing to Charlie. “And bringing a date for Passover isn’t significant?”

Gaby’s mouth went dry, and she aimed to grab her water, but oops, look at that, grabbed the wine instead.

“Besides, Fiddler on the Roof rules. Once you’re matched, I’ll ask the matchmaker for mine.” The way Izzy carefully weighed her words had a prickle of interest forming in the back of Gaby’s neck, but she couldn’t be sure whether the wine should be blamed rather than sisterly intuition.

“Oh goodness,” Aunt Faith broke in. “Don’t ask a matchmaker for anything—you make your own destiny. No matchmaker would match Gaby and Levi together, too high on investment returns.”

Gaby studied her plate, willing her cheeks to feel warm but not look warm. She really hadn’t thought this whole date for Passover thing through. This wasn’t like grabbing a date for a wedding. This was akin to meet the family before getting serious.

Levi nudged her shoulder and pointed to her phone between them, with a new message visible.

You okay? What happened?

Goodness, what was she going to do about him? Tom had sat there, eating merrily while Gaby’s life choices were dissected by her family. Meanwhile, Levi offered support without even knowing why.

Just hadn’t realized how serious my family would think a fake date would be.

He broke off a piece of matzah and popped it into his mouth like candy as he responded.

Do I need to dial up the charm? Want me to feed you a piece?

Gaby held in a laugh, imagining all too well his fingers breaking off another piece and bringing it to her lips. Tension oozed free, transforming to warmth sliding through her that wasn’t from wine or embarrassment, only the thought of Levi’s hands near her lips.

She shook the thought away, bad thoughts, and focused back on the conversation at hand. If he had her thoughts turning this dirty, they had to be putting on some sort of a good show. She collected the phone.

I think you’re doing just fine.

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