carry on and made her way downstairs, Beth hoped she'd see him. She wanted to let him know she'd be out of the country for a month. She wanted… Hell, she wasn't sure what she wanted.
But by the time she made it to baggage claim, Matt was gone.
Chapter 2
Modern Girl Tip #3: BE BOLD— So you've found potential fling material? Vacation is not the time to be timid. Make the first move. Let him know you're interested. You only have a limited amount of time.
Matt already regretted taking this cruise with his family. But this Friday marked Martha and Bill Carver's fortieth wedding anniversary, and the only thing his mother had asked from her children was to come on this cruise with them. Matt couldn't say no.
As soon as the ship pulled away from the dock, the orchestrated chaos that was his family started. And he was stuck in the middle of it with no escape.
Dinner was the worst. The volume at their table had reached a level usually only found at a six-year-old's birthday party at Chuck E Cheese. All he wanted to do was nail down the schedule for the next couple of days so he could get some work done, but he couldn't get through five words before someone interrupted him.
"Tomorrow, after breakfast, everyone was going…"
"Matty, are you still seeing that girl from Lincoln Park?" his mother asked. "She seemed like such a nice girl."
"No, Ma. I wasn't seeing her. Sarah was just my date for the Hospital Gala," Matt said and turned back to his brother Jason, trying once again. "So, tomorrow morning there's a tour of the ship, but what about the time between lunch and…"
"Mike, stop making goo-goo at Holly. Rebecca is escaping," Mom said and waved a spoon in front of Matt's face, pointing to the place her precocious two-year-old granddaughter was making her grand escape. Rebecca's twin brother noticed the commotion and started crying, desperate to follow his sister.
"Later, I promise. We can get the twins checked in at the nursery." Holly, his sister, winked at her husband, Mike. "Then I'll have you all to myself."
"If you're going to have free time," Bridget jumped in. "I could use some help with a few last minute things with the reception."
"Sarah? Was that the tall blonde or the busty redhead? It's hard for me to keep track," Terry said, talking over the wailing child. "You do have great taste, Matt. I'm going to take all the credit. Everyone knows you learn that kind of thing from your uncle."
"He's not a frat boy anymore," Mom said. "Matt needs to think about his future. By the time Bill was his age, we'd already been married ten years and had two kids."
"Martha, leave the boy alone." Dad spoke up from across the table. "Matt doesn't have time to think about marriage. He's growing a business. If he doesn't stay focused, he's liable to lose everything. Marketing," he said with an exasperated sigh.
You would have thought Matt was a professional gambler the way his father went on. "The business is doing fine, Dad."
"Sure it is now, but what about next year? Marketing is a fickle business. Have you thought any more about investing in real estate? I know the market's depressed right now, but that's exactly when you need to invest. I was thinking some long term investments like commercial real estate."
"I'm very happy with my investments, Dad."
Matt hated it when his father started giving him financial advice as though he was still a twenty-one-year-old who'd just come into his inheritance. It didn't matter that he had made more money with the sale of his software than his father had in the last twenty years, his father still thought he was living off his trust fund.
"Sweetheart, Matt's company is doing fine. Those boys are smart. Why, Matt even told me they've signed with that large department store downtown. He's even expanding his team. Which is exactly why he needs to focus on starting a family." Mom looked right at him and pulled out the Mom knows best look. "Dating and going out with your