“I don’twantto. Nigel probably called her and told her I’m being a petulant child, so she’s going to lecture me, and?—”
“Answer it.” I tip the pan over a bowl, pouring in all of the popcorn. “I want to speak with my grandmother-in-law-to-be.”
She blinks at me.
Then at the phone.
Then back at me.
“It’s a video call.”
“Even better.”
The phone’s still ringing.
She’s still staring at it.
I grab my garlic salt and a small container of grated parm from my fridge, toss both into the popcorn, and reach her before the phone stops.
“Ooh,popcorn,” she breathes.
Taking her phone is like taking candy from a sleeping baby.
I swipe to answer and am instantly grateful for the things that I’ve already seen in my life.
Because I’m not prepared for the face staring back at me on the video call.
No idea how old Sloane’s grandmother is, but she was clearly a beauty in her day, and her day isn’t over.
Her silver hair is neatly framing her face. Minimal wrinkles. Bright blue eyes. Cheekbones still prominent.
I don’t know what’s in the water in Two Twigs, Iowa, but whatever it is, it’s working.
“Who are you?” she says to me.
“Davis Remington, ma’am. Your granddaughter’s fiancé.”
The pretty disappears behind a scowl. “Over my dead body.”
Sloane pauses in shoveling a massive handful of popcorn into her mouth and looks up at me with wide eyes.
They’re getting bloodshot, and I don’t think it’s the tequila.
I think the day’s catching up with her.
“Strong words,” I say to Granny Grumpy. “Want to get to know me before you judge me?”
“Oh ma gah,” Sloane says around her mouthful of popcorn.
She’s fucking gorgeous.
Completely real.
Unfiltered.
I like her.
Fuuuuck.
