“Mick, pull your shirt down and find someone else to talk to,” Cassidy ordered.“We want to talk to Brenda about book club.”
“Maybe I can talk about book club, too,” he said, obediently lowering his shirt.“I can read.”
Grandma pouted and shot Cassidy a dark look as she was forced to remove her hand from his stomach.
“Her book club is all women.”
“Oh, okay then.”Mick shrugged and winked at Brenda again as he started to walk away.“If you want a ticket to the gun show later, just let me know.”
“The gun show?”Audrey asked, confused.
Immediately, Mick halted and lifted his arms, curling his fists in to show them off—although since he was wearing a long-sleeve shirt, it didn’t have quite the same effect as if his arms were bare.
“These guns.”
“Mick, what the hell are you doing?”Jensen called from across the room, causing Mick to chuckle and drop his arms, heading for his brother.
“I’m definitely going to the gun show later, and you can’t stop me,” Grandma told Cassidy.
“You know he’s, like, at least thirty years younger than you, right?”
“I’m a cougar.Rawr.”Grandma made a clawing motion with the hand she’d been feeling Mick up with before taking another sip of her drink.She was still giving Cassidy a dark look.“You’d better be careful, Cassidy.I’m starting to think David passed his butt stick on to you.”
“His what?”Audrey felt like her brain was melting.
“I think Audrey should come to book club,” Cassidy said, ignoring Grandma’s diversions, which was probably the best way to handle things.And it gave Audrey a moment to realize that Grandma probably meant David had a stick up his butt, and he’d passed it on to Cassidy.
That seemed like something she would say.
Thankfully, Cassidy’s statement had the exact effect she’d probably intended.Grandma perked up immediately.
“You absolutely should come to book club.Our next meeting is in two Sundays—not next Sunday, but two Sundays from tomorrow.How fast do you read?”Grandma’s entire focus was on Audrey now, eagerness lighting up her expression.
“Um, it usually takes me a few days to finish a book, but I’m going to have a lot going on with the bakery opening soon?—”
“Oh, don’t worry about that.Milking Minaisn’t too long.”
“Milking what?”Yup, back to her brain melting.
“Milking Mina.It’s a hucow romance.”Grandma said it so matter-of-factly that Audrey was starting to feel like the crazy one for not knowing what a hucow was.She looked at Cassidy, who shrugged.
“I wasn’t joking about the hucow thing,” Cassidy said, giggling.
“But what does being a human cow mean?”Audrey asked plaintively.She really had thought Cassidy was kidding, so she hadn’t asked for more details.
“Like pet play but with cows.”
“What’s pet play?”
Cassidy and Grandma exchanged a glance.Grandma appeared amused, while Cassidy was more concerned.
“Um, how much do you know about kink?”Cassidy asked gently.
“Kink?”
“Oh, dear,” Cassidy muttered.
That began a very quick discussion of the kind of romances Audrey’s grandmother liked to read.Audrey had heard ofFifty Shades of Grey, briefly, but she’d never read it.Her mother didn’t approve of reading romance, although Audrey had managed to sneak a few into her repertoire now and then.
