You’ve never been an alcoholic. His father’s voice was so clear that he glanced over his shoulder to be sure the man hadn’t sneaked into the house during the night.

“A woman addiction is worse than alcohol,” Flynn whispered. “But I’ve made it a week without a one-night stand, so I’m on my way.”

You won’t get a one-year token for that. The voice continued to argue.

“No, but hopefully, I won’t be on wife number six, or is it seven, when I’m sixty-one.” Flynn slipped his feet into a pair of old shoes, tied them, and left his father’s antagonizing voice in the bedroom.

“Good mornin’,” he called out as he headed toward the smell of bacon mixed with the aroma of coffee.

“Yes, it is,” Matthew said from the end of the kitchen table.

“Dad?” Flynn blinked several times. What in the hell was his dad doing in Blossom, and why would he bring a woman with him?

Good grief! Flynn thought. He’s about to get married again, and he wants me to be his best man for the fourth, or is it fifth, time?

“Hello, Son. I’d like you to meet Delores, my fiancée.” Matthew reached over and held up the woman’s hand to show off an engagement ring. “We’re on our way to Kansas so I can meet her children. I figured I’d stop on the way. As soon as I charm her kin, we will announce our plans that we will be getting married at the end of the month. Want to be my best man?”

Poor Delores had no idea that he could turn on the charm like a faucet and turn it off when he got bored.

“Pleased to meet you, Delores.” Flynn hoped his smile didn’t look too fake.

The woman had platinum-blonde hair straight out of a bottle. She would probably be dying it some shade of red within six weeks of the wedding. Wife number three had been a brunette at first, but she’d soon dyed it to please Matthew. Wife number four, or was it five—Flynn had trouble keeping them all straight—had started out with light-brown hair, and when they divorced, she was a redhead. He wondered if his father’s addiction to red-haired women was because Nanny Lucy had had red hair, and he had a hang-up about wanting her to love him as much as she had Isaac.

Delores’s bright-red V-neck shirt showed three inches of cleavage and clung to her curvy body, just like her skinny jeans with the lines of her bikini underwear showing through.