He focused on the way she said his name. He liked it. She could say his name all day long. Scream it, even. He didn’t mind at all.
“He brought you flowers. He is good boy.” Babushka handed them to Heather.
Well, he had, but Heather didn’t need to know that. Not with his grandmother standing right there.
With an abundance of reluctance, Heather took the bouquet. “I thought we had an understanding about my feelings toward floristry.”
“See, he brings you flowers.” Babushka fussed with a few of the blooms on the bouquet. “Is not big deal. You make such fuss about seeing him.”
“You made a fuss about seeing me?” Jase didn’t have to fake his surprise.
“Absolutely, no—” Heather started.
“She says, ‘I refuse to hear him out.’ I say, ‘You be kind to your neighbors.’ You two make up and give me grandbabies before I move back in with yourdedushka.”
“I see you and Babushka are getting along great.” He swung an arm around his grandmother.
“Hey, I have some deliveries. Ethan hasn’t been by. Can you send him over?” Heather asked.
“He is late, this Ethan,” Babushka said on a huff. “Ve have deliveries to be made.”
Because of her vengeance. She forgot to add that part. Deliveries to be made, because of her vigilante justice gone wrong.
That’s what Jase thought. What he said was: “I’ll send him over.”
“Good. And I have doctor’s appointment this morning. I need transportation. Who vill drive me?” She brushed his arm off and pointed between the two of them.
“That’s a negative for me. I’ve got a full afternoon. But I can call Anna.” He was already pulling his phone from his back pocket.
Babushka waved him away. “She is busy today. I asked her.”
“Then I’ll call Mom.”
“She is at luncheon this afternoon.”
“Dad?” Jase scowled at his phone in an apparent attempt to dream up more family member names.
“Golfing.”
“Zach?” Jase asked.
“He spends time with his girlfriend. I not bother him. They will be married, and I will have grandbabies.”
Jase leaned his hands on the countertop, a scowl plastered on his face. “I’ll ask Ethan.”
“I can do it,” Heather volunteered. “It’s her car and I’ve got to go pick up the prom tickets, anyway. They’re done at the printer.”
“You want to take her to the doctor?” Jase confirmed. Heather clearly didn’t know what she was stepping in.
“I don’t mind. I can drop her off and pick her up.”
“Well, then, thank you, Heather.” He hugged his grandmother and headed for the door.
“What time is your appointment?” he heard Heather ask.
“Foot doctor is at ten, then heart doctor, then eye doctor.”
Yup, stepped in it.
