Dating A Silver Fox (Never Too Late) Read Free Page B

over her shoulder.
    “Stop worrying about my love life, Dad. It’s not my fault all the good men in Falls Church are either married or gay. I mean as in really gay, not assumed to be by their fathers,” Jane emphasized, laughing and squeezing his hand as they walked to her father’s beloved royal blue Mercedes convertible.
    “Hey, I have an idea. Save a dating service next time,” Morrie teased as they slid in, happy when Jane’s initial snort over the idea turned to a laugh. “Or better yet—start one from scratch. You’ll meet tons of straight men that way.”
    “Clever idea, Mr. Business Genius. Maybe I just will,” Jane said sharply, looking sideways at one of the most handsome men she had ever known.
    She had married her ex-husband because he had that same kind of rugged handsomeness, but Nathan sure hadn’t been like her father in any other way. That had been good at first, but bad during the last three years that he’d starting sleeping with his employees and clients.
    “I think if I started a dating service, it would be an over forty one. Of course, we’d be competing with some major online services, so we’d have to be unique in our offerings. You can run the sixty and up group since you’re gaining all kinds of senior dating experience.”
    Morrie sighed and laughed as he swung the car into the restaurant parking lot.
    “Dating is easy honey, but it’s hard to find love at my age,” he said softly.
    “It’s not easy to find love at my age either, Dad. I can hardly remember how it was to trip over it when I was younger. Now I'm too cynical and on-guard to want to date. How does anyone over forty ever do it?” Jane asked.
    “Not sure. Fortunately, you still got a couple of years before you reach the age of needing prunes to loosen you up,” Morrie teased, hugging her as they walked into the restaurant laughing.
    ***
     
    It had taken Lauren almost a year to be willing to come back to this particular restaurant where her mother used to make her attend their required lunches. She had occasionally missed the great Italian food, but not her mother’s negative company while she ate it.
    If Regina hadn't planted a seed of forgiveness by encouraging her to give her mother another chance to be her friend, Lauren doubted she would be here even now. Well, Regina’s encouragement, and maybe a whole year spent watching Lydia McCarthy miraculously becoming an outstanding grandmother.
    Lauren supposed such a dramatic effort merited a public lunch date together to see if her mother had maybe changed in other ways. Even Regina admitted her mother’s grandparenting skills were a good sign that her mother was evolving. Into what, Lauren wasn’t sure, but she had accepted the lunch invitation to try and figure it out. She well knew Dr. Regina Logan was rarely wrong, but there was always a first time. It was highly unlikely that Lydia McCarthy would ever willfully choose to be redeemed of her vitriolic past.
    But at the very least, Lauren imagined she’d have quite a bit to talk about this Thursday at dinner. She was sure Alexa and Regina were both tired of hearing about how wonderful her son was being.
    “Mother? Who are you staring at?” Lauren asked, digging into her pasta, amazed at the flavors dancing along her tongue. She had forgotten how great it was.
    “Jane Wakefield just came in with her womanizing father,” Lydia said with a sniff. “I don’t feel safe going to North Winds to volunteer anymore with that man roaming about the place all the time.”
    Lauren laughed. She couldn’t help it. “Why? Has that man done the unpardonable and actually asked you out?”
    “Absolutely not,” Lydia said, huffing at the idea. “I would never tolerate that kind of thing from some strange man I don’t even know.”
    Lauren turned around to take a look at the womanizing, strange man in question, whom she saw was happily chatting and laughing with his daughter. She felt a tug of envy for their easy