me.”
“Be right there.” Mac disconnected and burst out laughing. He didn’t care if he had to clean up toothpaste. This story was going to be so worth it.
“I have to go to Omaha,” he told Sara.
She was grinning. “So I hear.”
“I’m also thinking we’re officially off the committee for finding Dooley and Kevin true love.”
“They’re going to let a little toothpaste get in the way of true love?”
Mac laughed. “Yes. Along with the flattened tires.”
“Well, we can always try matchmaking again when Ava and our other nieces and nephews get older.”
“Agreed. Though I think we should keep that plan to ourselves.”
She snickered. “Probably a good idea.”
He let her through the door before him and locked it behind him.
“Sara Gordon, you are my type of girl.”
“Damn right.”
It was impossible to distinguish the love and possessiveness from the happiness and satisfaction that coursed through him at moments like this. “Damn right.”
Chapter Five
The Gang
“She has seventeen guinea pigs.”
Danika laughed and rolled her eyes. “No she doesn’t.”
“There were rodents in her house,” Dooley said, tipping his beer back. Ellen had been the third set-up in Project Marry Kevin and Dooley Off and he was done. Rodents were the icing on this weird cake.
The toothpaste, panties and flattened tires should have been, but he’d agreed to one more date, set up by Dani and Sam.
He was regretting it just as much.
“She has seven hamsters ,” Dani corrected him.
“What’s the difference?”
“Guinea pigs are a hell of a lot bigger than hamsters,” Sam said, handing Kevin a soda and Mac another beer.
“And seventeen is ten more than seven,” Mac added.
“Trust me,” Dooley said, “that only brings her down a couple of notches on the crazy meter.”
“The crazy meter?” Sara asked. “Did you measure me on this?”
“We measure every girl on it,” Dooley assured her.
“How’d I score?” Sara wanted to know.
The guys all exchanged looks but Sam was the one to say, “Up until you decided you were in love with Mac you mostly stayed on the normal end. Mac shot you way to the crazy side though.”
“You’re hilarious,” Mac told him, lifting his middle finger.
“She has a quirk or two, so you won’t date her?” Danika asked Dooley. “I’ve met some of the girls you’ve slept with. I’m not sure completely-stable-and-normal applies to many of them.”
“I didn’t say she couldn’t be a little crazy,” Dooley said. Geez, he wasn’t unrealistic. Every girl registered somewhere on the meter. “But I don’t go above a sixty-eight.”
Sara snorted and Jess asked, “What’s sixty-eight mean?”
“On a one hundred point scale, they can score up to sixty-eight points before I break up and change my locks and phone number,” Dooley said.
The girls laughed and he took another swig of beer. None of the guys were laughing. It had happened twice to him. More to both Mac and Sam. A lot more to Sam. Even Kevin had gone out with a girl who’d scored about an eighty.
“Hamsters are worth sixty-eight crazy points?” Dani asked. “Seriously?”
“No,” Dooley said. “They pushed her over the sixty-eight. There were other things that kept moving the meter before that.”
“Like what?” Sara asked. She was perched on her husband’s lap—a common place to find her—but she sat forward, looking very interested.
Dooley looked to the guys for help. “You want examples?” He shrugged. “It can be anything really. Some stuff is worth a point or two. Other things shoot someone straight to the top.”
“Give me something that’s worth a point,” Sara said.
“Calling me more than once a day. Each time is a point,” Dooley said.
Mac just sat smiling and shaking his head. He knew exactly what Dooley was talking about—they all did.
“Ah, so it’s a cumulative thing,” Sara said. “So if I called you ten times on Tuesday, I’d have ten
“Be right there.” Mac disconnected and burst out laughing. He didn’t care if he had to clean up toothpaste. This story was going to be so worth it.
“I have to go to Omaha,” he told Sara.
She was grinning. “So I hear.”
“I’m also thinking we’re officially off the committee for finding Dooley and Kevin true love.”
“They’re going to let a little toothpaste get in the way of true love?”
Mac laughed. “Yes. Along with the flattened tires.”
“Well, we can always try matchmaking again when Ava and our other nieces and nephews get older.”
“Agreed. Though I think we should keep that plan to ourselves.”
She snickered. “Probably a good idea.”
He let her through the door before him and locked it behind him.
“Sara Gordon, you are my type of girl.”
“Damn right.”
It was impossible to distinguish the love and possessiveness from the happiness and satisfaction that coursed through him at moments like this. “Damn right.”
Chapter Five
The Gang
“She has seventeen guinea pigs.”
Danika laughed and rolled her eyes. “No she doesn’t.”
“There were rodents in her house,” Dooley said, tipping his beer back. Ellen had been the third set-up in Project Marry Kevin and Dooley Off and he was done. Rodents were the icing on this weird cake.
The toothpaste, panties and flattened tires should have been, but he’d agreed to one more date, set up by Dani and Sam.
He was regretting it just as much.
“She has seven hamsters ,” Dani corrected him.
“What’s the difference?”
“Guinea pigs are a hell of a lot bigger than hamsters,” Sam said, handing Kevin a soda and Mac another beer.
“And seventeen is ten more than seven,” Mac added.
“Trust me,” Dooley said, “that only brings her down a couple of notches on the crazy meter.”
“The crazy meter?” Sara asked. “Did you measure me on this?”
“We measure every girl on it,” Dooley assured her.
“How’d I score?” Sara wanted to know.
The guys all exchanged looks but Sam was the one to say, “Up until you decided you were in love with Mac you mostly stayed on the normal end. Mac shot you way to the crazy side though.”
“You’re hilarious,” Mac told him, lifting his middle finger.
“She has a quirk or two, so you won’t date her?” Danika asked Dooley. “I’ve met some of the girls you’ve slept with. I’m not sure completely-stable-and-normal applies to many of them.”
“I didn’t say she couldn’t be a little crazy,” Dooley said. Geez, he wasn’t unrealistic. Every girl registered somewhere on the meter. “But I don’t go above a sixty-eight.”
Sara snorted and Jess asked, “What’s sixty-eight mean?”
“On a one hundred point scale, they can score up to sixty-eight points before I break up and change my locks and phone number,” Dooley said.
The girls laughed and he took another swig of beer. None of the guys were laughing. It had happened twice to him. More to both Mac and Sam. A lot more to Sam. Even Kevin had gone out with a girl who’d scored about an eighty.
“Hamsters are worth sixty-eight crazy points?” Dani asked. “Seriously?”
“No,” Dooley said. “They pushed her over the sixty-eight. There were other things that kept moving the meter before that.”
“Like what?” Sara asked. She was perched on her husband’s lap—a common place to find her—but she sat forward, looking very interested.
Dooley looked to the guys for help. “You want examples?” He shrugged. “It can be anything really. Some stuff is worth a point or two. Other things shoot someone straight to the top.”
“Give me something that’s worth a point,” Sara said.
“Calling me more than once a day. Each time is a point,” Dooley said.
Mac just sat smiling and shaking his head. He knew exactly what Dooley was talking about—they all did.
“Ah, so it’s a cumulative thing,” Sara said. “So if I called you ten times on Tuesday, I’d have ten
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