Lynn had just bitten into the delicious strawberry mousse his mother put in front of him when he saw The Look pass over her face. He loved his mother, and he was aware he probably would do the same thing when he had kids, but it didn't make her interfering tendencies any less aggravating at times. "Lynnie "
He swallowed, jabbed his spoon in her direction. "Mom, I came to enjoy lunch and a nice chat. That does not include"
"I don't think grandchildren are an unreasonable subject." She gave him her second-best pout.
Lynn wondered how many times exactly he would have to endure this conversation. At least twelve per lover, though he suspected she was going to break that record soon. He set his spoon down with a sigh and drained his iced tea. "Mom, I've only been seeing Anderson for eight months. We don't even live together. There is no way in hell children are entering the equation. That is a different math book entirely."