He smiled to himself. “I did.”
“I knew it. I knew Gerri would match you with someone you’d like.”
“Speaking of which, what can I get her to show her my appreciation?”
“Who, Gerri?”
“Yes, she refused any sort of payment.”
His mother laughed. “Oh. I suppose you can donate to that charity she works with from time to time.”
Henry blinked and grabbed a pen. “Mind telling me which one?”
“Certainly.”
He scribbled it down onto his notepad, tapping it twice with a nod.
“Perfect.”
He could hear the smile in her voice. “I’m happy you liked her. Is she nice?”
Henry squinted up at his ceiling. While he wouldn’t exactly describe Olivia as nice, she was certainly the kind of firecracker personality that would get along famously with his mother.
“You’d like her.”
“Bring her around some time, then. I want to meet her.”
“Second date first, Mom. Then I’ll ask her.”
“You promise?”
“Of course.”
“All right, all right. I’ll get out of your hair. Remember to be on your best behavior.”
He felt his brow quirk. “My best behavior? Am I a dog now?”
“Well, you know how you can get. Curt and brusque when you talk to people.”
He blinked. “I do?”
“Sometimes, yes. Especially if you’re concentrating.”
He frowned. He wasn’t sure how he felt about that. He’d never thought of himself as curt, let alone having a brusque attitude. Weren’t those words usually reserved for assholes who you didn’t want to exactlycallan asshole?
“Yeah … sure. I’ll remember that.”
“Good. Call me tomorrow to update me. Unless you’rebusy…”
“Mom.”
“See! That’s the curt tone that I mean.”
He rolled his eyes. “I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”
“Bye, honey.”
Sighing, he set the phone onto the cradle and leaned back in his chair.