I shrugged. “The only time in my life I heard her say that word was when she was talking about Cary Grant.”
Ava frowned slightly. “Cary Grant?”
“Grandma had refined tastes.”
We both giggled for a minute as we remembered my grandmother and her feistiness.
“Thank you for coming for me tonight,” I said quietly.
Ava took my hand. “I’ll always come for you, babe.” She got up from the sofa. “Now, walk me to the door then go into your bedroom and make out with your man. Oh, and the store is closed for the next couple of days. Then I’m going to hire a manager. It’s time.”
I did as she asked, walking her to the door. After one last hug, I watched her climb into her car and drive away. I closed the door, taking the time to lock it, and walked through the house checking the lights and windows. Though I doubted that Macgrath or Rhiannon would be back tonight, I wasn’t going to take any chances.
When I got to the bedroom, Rhys was pulling on a pair of loose cotton shorts. “Hey, how are you feeling?” he asked.
“Tired, but I need to shower. I’ll be right back.”
I took the shortest shower possible and did nothing more than towel dry my hair. I nearly wept when I came out of the stall and found one of the baggy t-shirts I liked to sleep in and a pair of panties lying on the counter, neatly folded. I slipped into them and walked into the bedroom. Rhys was already in bed, leaning back against the pillows with his arms behind his head.
He looked over at me when I came out of the bathroom and asked, “Feeling better?”
I nodded and walked around the bed, climbing beneath the covers when he threw them back for me. I scooted over until my cheek rested on his shoulder and his arm wrapped around me. “Thank you.”
“For what?” he asked.
“Everything,” I answered. “You’ve given me everything I’ve ever wanted.”
