Not Boyfriend Material: A Brother's Best Friend Romantic Comedy by Becky Monson

Author:Becky Monson [Monson, Becky]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Becky Monson
Published: 2024-04-09T00:00:00+00:00

Graham

IT’S GOOD TO SEE YOUR handsome face, Graham,” my mom says, sitting across from me at a corner table at the South Shore Café.

It’s an upscale burger joint, with an amazing outdoor patio that’s covered in a foot of snow. But through the window you can see views of the mountains, and if it weren’t so foggy today, we’d be able to see the frozen lake.

“I’m glad you could meet,” I tell her honestly.

It is good to see her, even if this is part of the challenge I’m doing with Lucy. After a weekend of simple things like compliment a stranger (I won that one) and learn a dance (Lucy won that one), Morgan sent the text earlier yesterday, telling us that she was giving us more time for this one because the challenge was to spend time with someone you haven’t seen in a while. Luckily, I don’t work at the clinic or the spa on Mondays. I just have the hospital tonight.

Even though I saw both my parents at Christmas brunch, my dad was there, and as usual, we fought. It wasn’t a big blowup, like our interactions often turn into, but we bickered. My mom, as always, tried to play mediator.

It’s been a long time since it was just my mom and me, so when I got the text from Morgan, it felt like a nudge. I made the call, she had time, and now I sit across from her at this log cabin–style restaurant, with bright pendant lighting hanging above us, a burger in front of me, and a salad in front of her.

“So, tell me what you’ve been up to,” my mom says. She looks tired today. The bags under her eyes are darker, and her hair, which is usually down and well-styled, is pulled up in some sort of bun.

“I’ve been . . . working, mostly,” I tell her.

She nods. “And how is that all going?”

“The same,” I say. She knows I’ve been working all three jobs to pay off my student loan debt. Lately I’ve been wondering if it wouldn’t be better if I just sold the house. I could pay my debt off and live in a rental for a while until I saved up for a down payment.

As appealing as that sounds, it would hurt the woman sitting across from me. The lot my house sits on was her idea, her plan. It was her way of keeping me around. To keep her only boy close by. And this is the first time I’ve been with just her since the summer.

That familiar feeling of shame washes over me. I quickly remind myself that despite the reasons behind it, I am here, and I resolve to do better where my mom is concerned.

“What have you been up to, Mom?” I ask, giving her my best warm smile.

“Oh, you know, just all the things,” she says.

She starts in, telling me about her friend group and how she spends time with them going out shopping and to lunches.

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