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Dedication
For Mark Simione, for letting me
pick your brain about all the cars.
Hope I got it right!
Chapter One
“Mother
calling,”
the drone-like
voice of Mac’s cellphone
announced.
“Shit.” He gripped the wheel
tighter, weighing his options. If he
didn’t answer now, she’d stalk him
all day until he did, and he had a
lot on his plate. Might as well get it
over with.
“Pick up,” he growled to the
device.
A moment later his mother’s
voice came on the line.
“Mackenzie?”
“Hello,
Mother.”
He gave a half-
smile when he realized he’d been
subconsciously mimicking
Newman from Seinfeld in his
delivery. If she caught on to his less
than enthusiastic greeting, she
didn’t let on.
“I’ve found a lovely young lady
to attend the Friedman Benefit on
Saturday with you,” she said
without preamble.
“I’m well, and yourself?”
She released a long-suffering
sigh. “Fine, have it your way. How
are
you, my darling son, future
creator of grandchildren, fruit of
my loins?” she gushed.
He winced. Men should never
have to hear about their mother’s
loins. Wasn’t that a rule
somewhere? And the talk of
grandchildren was nearly as bad.
He wasn’t even dating anyone, but
that had never stopped her before.
It was his fault this time. He should
have known better than to bait her
when she was clearly on a mission.
“I’m sure you have all day to
waste on pleasantries, what with
having a schedule like some sort of
gypsy, but I’ve actually got a very
busy day ahead of me,” she
continued, reverting back to her
normal, clipped tone.
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