“I’m positive. I want to meet her. There is more than enough room here. I’m at work most of the time anyway.”
“You said you were taking Friday off,” she said. It was Wednesday, her half day at work. She’d get out and go right to the airport to grab her grandmother and bring her to Rowan’s.
“I am,” he said, tugging her hair. “But if you want to spend it with your grandmother alone, you can.”
“No, she’s going to want to spend time with you more than dinner or sightseeing.”
“I can’t wait. Give me a kiss so I can hit the road. I’ve got an early meeting with Logan and a few others. Have a great day at work.”
He leaned in and pressed his lips to hers, then grabbed his bag with his laptop and was out the door.
She took the last swig of her coffee, put her cup in the dishwasher, made a quick lunch to eat on her fast break, then was running out the door also.
Hours later, she was standing in the airport waiting for her grandmother.
She was almost bouncing on her toes. She must have been burning more energy than normal because she felt her phone go off and knew it was an alert for her blood sugar dropping.
She sighed, pulled it out of her purse, saw it was slowly going down but was at 100 right now. She fished around for a package of fruit snacks, ripped it open and poured them all in her mouth, then found a garbage can.
If she were home, she would have most likely let it ride out, but since she’d be walking and moving in the airport, pulling her grandmother’s luggage, and then showing her around the house, it was best to treat.
A hand went up in the air, her smile widened and she rushed in to give her grandmother a hug. It’d been over a year since she’d seen her last.
“That’s my girl,” her grandmother said. “Look at you with that tan.”
She grinned. “I’m not trying for one and wear sunscreen, but it’s hard to avoid.”
Her grandmother ran her hands down Saylor’s arms. “You look so happy. I’m not sure I’ve seen this big of a smile on your face in years. Maybe never.”
“Awwww, I’m so excited to see you.”
“It has more to do with the man in your life. I can’t wait to meet him.”
“He’s looking forward to it also,” she said. She reached for the luggage and pulled it toward her car. “How was your flight?”
“Easy. I don’t mind flying when it’s just a straight shot like that. Fast too. I really hate that you paid for it.”
“Grandma,” she said. “I’ve got the money. We know that. And I’m barely paying for anything here. I’m making more than I have at my other jobs.”
“Because everything in California costs so much more.”
“But I’m not spending much here.”
“Don’t sound so grouchy over that. I thought you two had an agreement.”
She snorted. “So did I. I buy groceries and anything I want for the house.”
“Which we know isn’t much because you’ve never been keen on possessions.”
“That’s right. We go out to eat once a week and I get to pay once in a while.”
It depended on where they went and if Rowan knew people around. Frustrating, but not worth the fight.
Even on Valentine’s Day last week. He wanted to go out and she said no. She made him a nice romantic dinner in, gave him a custom stained glass picture of him surfing. Of a photo she’d found in a frame on the fireplace.
He’d loved her gift, which was more than she’d paid for anything for a man before.
He gave her her own paddleboard and accessories with it. She’d been using his, as she loved doing that on calm days. That cost a lot more than her stained glass gift.
