She seemed to realize she was hanging onto me in her bra and panties, because she let go and crossed her arms over her chest.
“Okay,” she squeaked.
I set her down and then spun quickly so that my hard-on could go away before she saw it. I wasn’t built for this kind of gentlemanly behavior. I wanted to take that kiss further, but the snake stopped us and now I knew why.
This was a train wreck waiting to happen. I hated this chick.
Right?
She’d been on my nerves for the past three days and now I was kissing her? The heat got me all crazy.
I was just thinking of a way to ask her if she wanted my cousin to drive her home, when my cell phone rang.
Gran.
Slipping into my jeans, I answered.
“Hey, Gran. We had some car trouble.”
“I know, Martha called me from the town over. She’s friends with Colton who’s the brother of Nick, who is your tow truck guy.”
What the hell? Small towns never ceased to amaze me.
“Well, Millie’s had quite a fright with a cottonmouth, so I’m thinking Richie should come in to town and bring her home.” I looked up to see hurt cross Millie’s features and cursed myself.
“Was she bit!?” Gran yelled.
“Nah, just a scare,” I reiterated.
I could hear her sigh of relief through the phone. “Well, get your asses up the hill because I’m here.”
I looked up and saw my Gran in her brand-new blue F-250, perched on the side of the highway.
Here we go.Leave it to Gran to speed to our rescue.
“My gran’s here,” I told Millie, as we walked up the hill, her fearful eyes scanning the ground for snakes.
“She drove out here in the heat on her birthday?” Millie asked, eyeing the truck.
I chuckled. “Gran is protective of me and doesn’t take kindly to others telling her what to do.”
No doubt my aunt and cousins tried to tell her they would go instead and she probably told them to shove that idea up their asses.
The window rolled down and Gran stuck her head out. “Did y’all go for a swim?” She looked at Millie’s dripping wet hair and then my shirtless torso and grinned.
Dammit. Gran always knew everything.
“It’s hot as hell out here,” I confirmed.
“Language,” Gran snapped, knowing full well she cursed more than I did.
“Millie, darling, get up front and stick your face in this cold A/C,” Gran told her.
Millie smiled, moving to comply, when I reached out a hand and stopped her. “Want my Gran to drive you back to your apartment? My truck probably won’t be fixed until tomorrow and—”
“Nonsense! She can sleep in the guest house. Can’t you, Millie?” Gran shouted through the opened window.
I sighed.
