‘So here’s the thing,’ Maggie said, distracting me from my thoughts as we pulled into the driveway. ‘My parents are going to be a little excited when they see you in my car.’ I glanced around at the quiet, wooded retreat. ‘Don’t get much company here?’ ‘Don’t get many dates is more like it.’ ‘I don’t want to burst your bubble, but I’m not exactly boyfriend material.’ Maggie laughed. ‘Yeah, thanks, but I’d like to think even I’m not that desperate. It’s just that my mother’s got radar or something – she can sniff out a Y chromosome from miles away.’
