“Should I answer?”
He laughed.
“Uh, yeah. She’s your boss.”
That was a good point.
“Yes, Ma’am?” he asked, speaking to her for legitimately the first time.
Oh, and he was nervous.
From the tone of his voice, she knew. Someone was twitchy. Well, he’d have to get over it.
“You’re my son-in-law, Graham. Michael is like a child to me. Yank the stick out of your arse. I’m going to call you a lot when he forgets to call home.”
He blinked, and Michael laughed.
“I’ll never forget. I’ll call you, Mom. What day do you want me to?” he asked.
She snorted.
“You know how my schedule is. I can’t answer that, but you’d better call.”
He would.
Before he could say anything else, she was off to the races—no shock there.
“I want to talk to you, Graham Graves. Tell my son to skedaddle. In fact, I’ll tell him. Michael, take a hike,” she said, and he immediately stopped laughing.
“What? Why?”
She was to the point.
“Maybe because you yelled at me, and now, I’m going to have fun making your new husband squirm. I guess that bit you in the ass, huh?”
Oh, he wasn’t worried.
“Oh, no. Don’t tell him all my secrets like I have a fetish for Scottish men with brown hair and grass-green eyes.”
She snorted.
“You’re a whore, and we know it. You get that from your mother. I gotta be me.”
He found her outrageously amusing. There was no doubt in his mind if she was calling, it was likely because she wanted to talk about him.
And their new marriage.
Elizabeth was a good egg, and she protected her Marines at all costs.
Because he also liked seeing a man squirm, his hot man, he kissed Graham and left the room.
Alone.
With the man killer.
“He’s gone,” he said.
Well, then, good.
