“Never mind. Just see you have nothing to do with him. Now, who are you dating?”
“No one.”
“You haven’t found a boyfriend yet?”
“No, I’ve—”
“Do you want us to find someone for you?”
“Pop—”
“Your brother’s wife knows someone she thinks will be perfect for you.”
“Which brother?”
“Chris.”
He was the next closest to Noah in age after Donovan, and his wife Lainie was a nice woman. If she thought this guy was a match for him, it might work. But he felt he had to protest a little.
“Another blind date, Pop?” The last time his family had set him up on one, it had been a disaster.
His date thought it would be a good idea to take a man who ran a tavern to the Haven, the bar in Scottsville. As far as Noah was concerned, the Haven catered to a bunch of posers.
Okay, that might be a bit overboard. He knew what the real problem was: this was the kind of place Gabriel would normally frequent, and those posers? They were probably nice guys who’d kill for a taste of Gabriel.