“And tear off his shirt and throw it at him,” I reminded her.
“Okay, slightly dramatic, but I was feeling emotional and used.”
“But you just said you agreed to it!”
“Right, but that doesn’t mean I don’t have the right to feel a twinge of jealousy when he so clearly wanted another woman.”
I was just setting down the teapot when I stopped and really looked at her. “You really liked him?”
She shrugged slightly. “Who doesn’t like a Parker brother? Of course, two of them are taken now, and Jeff really isn’t my type.”
“Still… I had no idea.”
“Well, it’s in the past, and it doesn’t matter now anyway.”
As much as I wanted to distract myself with work and Ellie’s stories, all I could think about now was the town gossip. If JR had knocked up Lizzy, what did that say about me? And did he know he knocked her up when he slept with me?
God, I felt like such a whore.
“Anyway, I have to get back to my shop. Oh, and if you happen to see Kacey around town, tell her she can kiss my ass!”
“Why?”
“Because she’s the one who saw me throw the shirt at Liam. She’s such a bitch.”
She also tried to steal every available man in town, which I was sure had something to do with her spreading the gossip about Liam and Ellie, but that wasn’t my problem.
I slumped in my chair, groaning as I buried my face in my hands. How could I have been so stupid? I never fell to pieces over a man, and I wasn’t about to start now, but my terrible decisions were haunting me at the worst time.
I still had to deal with Sawyer and Cuddlebug, which was bad enough. I wasn’t sure at this point that I’d ever get rid of her.
An incoming text chimed in my pocket, and when I pulled the phone out, I froze.
Granny alert! Incoming in ten!
Holy shit. Grandma only came home when things were bad, and that usually meant she was going to gang up on us and criticize every single thing in our lives that was going wrong. Which, at the moment, was quite a lot.
“Oh, God,” I moaned.
“What? What is it? Did something else happen? Who slept with who? Did someone steal something? You’ve gotta tell me!” she shouted, slapping her hand down on the counter.
“I have to get out of here.” My voice sounded calm to the average person, but to the trained ear, they would hear the level of hysteria I was reaching.
And it wasn’t good.
“Like, skip town?”
“My grandmother’s here.”
“Your grandmother’s here?”
“On her way. Ten minutes. Massive heart attack ensuing,” I gasped.
“It’ll be fine. Grandmothers are old and hard of hearing. Besides, she loves you. She does love you, right?”
I nodded, but the words wouldn’t come. “It’ll be a frontal attack. She doesn’t even beat around the bush.”
“But I thought you liked your grandmother.”
