So it's been a little while, so here's a scene between Maverick and his sisters and mother.
“Who’s the girl who doesn’t want to date you?” Isabella asked.
“I can’t even walk through the door before the questions start?” he asked as he looked at his sisters.
“We’ve just never heard of a woman turning you down,” Edith said.
“It’s pretty funny,” Margaret said.
“Girls, let your brother at least sit down before you throw all these questions at him,” his mother said as she kissed his cheek.
“But you want to know who she is. We heard you tell Aunt Amanda,” Margaret said.
“You three know not to listen to adult conversations,” their mother said.
“We are sixteen,” Isabella said.
“If you can’t legally vote or join the military then you’re not an adult,” he said. “Those are the rules.”
“Eh, some countries allow children to fight,” Edith said as she leaned against the counter.
“Not the time for a history lesson, Edee,” Isabella said.
“It wasn’t a lesson, just a fact,” Margaret said. “Chill.”
Always the peacekeeper between Edee and Isabella, but Margaret had her bite as well.
“Girls,” their mother warned.
Maverick sighed. His sisters were a handful, but their mother handled them with ease.
“Who knew your girls would be your biggest worry,” he said.
“Son, I remember your teenage years. The girls are a breeze compared to you. I blame all my gray hair on you,” she said. “Now, sit. I want to hear about the winner and her reasons for turning you down.”
“I came over here to escape the questions,” he said as he sat at the kitchen table. “And you don’t have gray hair.”
“At least we don’t run to the press with your answers,” Isabella said. “Momma dyes her hair. So, what’s her name?”
“Finley Dallas,” he said.
“That’s a pretty name,” his mother said.
“I bet she’s a blonde,” Margaret said.
“Big brother does like blondes,” Edee said. “What color are her eyes?”
“I’ve met her one time,” he said.
“So,” Isabella said with a shrug. “You notice women’s eye color.”
“What?” he asked. “How do you know that?”
“You’re an eye and butt man,” Edee said as she opened the fridge.
“Sometimes, you girls scare me,” he said. “But to answer your question, she has green eyes.”
“Hmm,” Margaret said, tapping her chin. “She sounds pretty. No wonder she doesn’t want to date you. She’s a ten and you’re not.”
“I’m not a ten?” he asked.
His sisters were ruthless.
“A solid eight, if pressed,” Isabella said. “Although, our friends think you're hot.”
“Oh yeah, my sisters’ teenage friends think I’m hot. That doesn’t sound like jail time for me,” he said.
“As long as you don’t come near them, they can think what they want,” Isabella said. “No matter how wrong they are of your level of hotness.”
“Gross,” Margaret said, shaking her head.
