FIFTEEN

"I STILL don't get why I have to get dragged here every Saturday when I have to be working?" Brad grumbled as his father, Zachary Bruce, tossed him a golf club.

"Because if you don't, you'll find yourself in a never-ending stream of blind dates to go on. EVERYDAY!" His mother, Angela Bruce, responded matter-of-factly from behind him. When he turned to face her, a wicked grin stretched her ruby-red lips. "You know I don't bluff. You haven't forgotten how it was the last time, right?"

Oh, how could he forget?

His mother was the number one advocate of finding him a wife and her granddaughter, a mother. She'd set him up on a plethora of blind dates to which he'd begged, grovellingly, for her to stop. Eventually, she agreed to do so, on the condition that he would follow her instructions from then on which included joining the family's golf-playing ritual every Saturday.

For the reason he was willing to escape his mother's matchmaking schemes and going on blind dates was a