Page 2 of Imperfect Match (Imperfect Match 1)
??I was watching television ... with Reid.” I tack the last part on softly.
“And the rest of the week? Did you have plans with friends?”
“I did, actually.” Reid is a friend, so technically I’m not lying, right?
“Uh huh, and was the friend Reid?”
Damn her. “Yes, Mother. It was.”
“And last night, were you busy with someone other than Reid?”
I glare at her because she knows damn well I was watching TV with Reid because that’s what we do every Thursday. It’s our thing.
“So to recap, you spent last weekend, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday with him?”
My mother is a pain in my ass. A big one.
“Willow?” she nudges.
I roll my eyes. “Yes, okay? Yes, I spent all those evenings with Reid!”
“Did someone say my name?”
Speak of the devil and all that ...
I groan and look back to see Reid Fortino himself standing in the doorway, looking like he owns the place. His dark brown hair is pushed to the side and he’s wearing a very expensive black suit with a crisp blue shirt underneath, which makes his eyes appear even bluer. Broad shoulders with thick arms and a tapered waist make most women get all tongue-tied around him.
I like to tease him about looking like the male version of Xena the Warrior Princess—dark and brooding with that hint of danger … you’re not sure if you want to run from him or maul him. Even though I have zero romantic feelings for Reid, I can’t deny how hot he is. He had a meeting today in the building and said if he finished early, he would stop by. I didn’t realize what time it was.
Normally, I’d be happy to see him, but he always enjoys when my mother picks on me about my relationship status, and he loves to argue with her.
I look at the ceiling. “Really, God? Really? You couldn’t have dropped anyone else at the door? It had to be him?”
“Which only proves my point,” Mom gloats.
“What’s up, Wills?” Reid asks, entering the office. “Were you talking about me or something?”
I straighten my head and look at him. “Yes, my mother was just saying that you’re killing my love life.”
He smirks. “I’m saving her, Mrs. Hayes. That’s all. I keep the dirtbags away and—”
“And you keep the worthy ones from approaching,” she says in her chastising-mother voice.
“You wound me.” Reid clutches his chest.
Mom laughs with a shake of her head and I watch him charm her into submission. It’s amazing and kind of scary to watch women around him. He’s smooth, good looking, and has an ability to make even smart, strong women do his bidding. Well, all except me.
I’m completely immune to his charm, or as I call it, his bullshit.
“I doubt that very much, honey,” my mother tells him. “If you’re going to keep Willow from finding love, the least you could do is date her.”
He nearly chokes and I burst out laughing. This might actually be fun for once. “He won’t date me, Mom. He doesn’t find me attractive.”
“I never said—” Reid starts before getting interrupted.
“You don’t think she’s pretty?” Mom asks, as though he’s a crazy person.
“I think she’s beautiful.” Reid looks to me for help.
