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friends is all well and good while you're young, but you're getting older. Is it too much to ask that all my kids are settled before I'm shipped off to the nursing home? If you don't watch out, it will be too late."
    "My God, woman, it sounds like you're writing his eulogy," Dad said, pointing his fork at her. "The boy is only thirty-five. There's still plenty of time for that."
    "I'm siding with Bill here, sis," Terry added, slapping Matt on the back. "Enjoy your freedom while you can."
    "Says the lifelong bachelor," Mom scoffed at her brother. "One day you're going to wake up and regret not getting married, Terry. I don't want you to be unhappy, Matt. What you're really missing in your life is a home."
    "I have a home, Mom."
    "That empty apartment is not a home. It's cold and sterile. Your apartment needs a woman's touch. Someone who can warm the place up and make it a home."
    Matt shot a desperate glance across the table, hoping his brother might jump in, but the asshole smiled and winked at their sister. He picked up Bridget's hand, the one with the huge wedding set, and kissed it. "Mom's right. Bridget has made me the happiest man in the world. Finding her was the best thing that ever happened to me."
    The traitorous bastard. Oh, he was going to pay for that one. Matt was pretty sure his mother giving him relationship advice was punishment in the sixth circle of hell. He was starting to pine for his father's investment advice. Anything would be better than this conversation.
    "I'm not unhappy, Mom. I like the peace and quiet."
    "Kitty, I'm so glad Bridget invited you." His mom turned, ignoring him.
    "I'm so honored to be included on your family trip," Kitty said.
    "Please call me Martha. And you're Bridget's sister, which makes you family. I hope you didn't leave a boyfriend at home. I'm sure we could have accommodated one more person." She wasn't smooth and the subtext of what she was asking didn't get past Matt. And by the way Kitty turned and eyed him, he could tell she knew exactly what his mother was getting at.
    "No, Mrs… Uhm, Martha. No boyfriend at home." Kitty smiled at Matt, turning the charm up to an eleven. "It's so hard to find men of quality these days. You should be given a medal. Not only do you have two devastatingly handsome sons, they are both gentlemen."
    Mom beamed at the compliment. "Don't you live on Lake Shore? That's just a few blocks from Matt. I bet you guys pass each other all the time. I bet you have a lot in common."
    "You know, we haven't had a chance to entertain since we got the new apartment. Why don't Jason and I have you and Kitty for brunch when we get back from our trip?" Bridget added. "Our Best Man and Maid of Honor should be the first people we invite over."
    Great, now both his mom and Bridget were conspiring. Matt had hoped the nagging wouldn't begin until they reached international waters. And now that Bridget was in on the act, he wasn't sure he'd last fourteen days. This was exactly why he only saw them at Sunday brunches.
    If they thought he'd go for Kitty, they were barking up the wrong tree. Matt had grown up in a loud and boisterous family. There was always a crisis or some drama. He hated all the melodrama. He wanted a woman who would be just as happy staying in as she would attending a party. A woman that would be his calm in his otherwise chaotic life.
    And Kitty was not that woman. In the short time they'd been on the ship, he'd discovered how high maintenance the woman was. If the designer clothing and all too polished look wasn't warning enough for him, the fact that she'd complained about every single thing since boarding certainly was.
    Just a few minutes ago, she'd sent back her salad for the second time. It was just a salad. How bad could the kitchen mess up a bunch of leaves with a few other veggies thrown on top?
    "What a great idea. I haven't seen the apartment since you had the living room redecorated," Kitty agreed and turned an almost feral look right his