“Darcie,” I warned when her fingers started to tug at my zipper. “Stop it.”
“I can’t help it, the vibrations…” Her words were drowned out as a truck overtook us, its horn blaring angrily. I raised my hand in greeting.
“Do you know them, or are you just in a friendly mood?”
Bringing my hand down to cover hers, I pressed it into my crotch. “I know her, that’s my grandma.”
“Your grandma? You mean we are going to stay with your grandmother? Your nanny?”
Throwing back my head, I laughed. “I thought my old lady should meet some of my family; if you think the Savage Sons were scary, you just wait. My grandma is a real character.”
Chapter Nineteen
Darcie
“Liam.” The old woman rushed forward as Havoc pulled the bike to a stop. Her lined face split wide with a grin. “I thought it was you I passed, but then I thought my old eyes must be deceiving me. I mean, how long has it been since you came and visited me?”
“I know.” Easily he slipped from the bike, and for a moment, I felt forgotten. “But can you chew me out later? And by later, I mean never.”
Gingerly I climbed off after him, shuffling my feet awkwardly. Truthfully I didn’t know what the hell to do. Or say. I had never been good at family stuff.
“Deal.” Piercing blue eyes found mine around his broad shoulders. “If you don’t mention my driving.”
Havoc laughed, great big belly laughs that made his body shake. “What, that you drive like a teenager and have the road rage to match? You almost took us out back there,” he admonished.
“Well, you should have been concentrating on the road and not...” Her eyes crinkled as her smile deepened. “The pretty girl at your back.” She tilted her face up to his. “Are you finally bringing a girl home to meet me, Liam?”
“How do you know she’s pretty?”
He half-turned, his hand outstretched for me to come to him, and I stepped forward hesitantly, Pulling the helmet from my head. I was suddenly self-conscious that my hair was stuck to my head.
“Because any girl who could get my grandson to heel would have to be pretty.” Her eyes appraised me. “And she doesn’t disappoint. What’s your name?”
“Darcie,” I cleared my throat and tried again. “Darcie, ma’am.”
“Darcie.” She tried my name out and then smiled. “Well, it looks like an English girl is the one who finally did it hey? Say, do you know...”
Havoc groaned. “England is a big place, Grandma; she won’t know any of the same people you do. Stop badgering her.”
The old woman laughed. “Oh, son, I haven’t even started with my badgering yet. Now, who wants a cold drink? Food? Are you hungry Darcie?”
“A drink would be great, thank you, ma’am.” I felt Havoc’s hand close around mine.
“Less of the ma’am, call me Maggie.” She turned to lead us back into her house.
“Maggie, thank you.” I flashed a smile up at Havoc. He was grinning back at me like a damn Cheshire cat. He winked as he lead me forward. “Don’t let her old lady routine fool you, Darcie, Maggie is a piece of work. Aren’t you?”
Cheekily she looked back over her shoulder, winking at me with her blue eyes, which were the exact same shade as her grandson’s. “Well, they don’t call me Mayhem Maggie for nothing.”
***
Mayhem Maggie, the name suited her, and at the same time, it didn’t. She looked just like any other grandma around the world. But there was something about her that kept drawing my eyes to her as she busied herself in the large welcoming kitchen.
She was magnetic, even in her old age.
Feeling his eyes on me, I turned my face up to smile at Havoc. He had a very knowing grin on his face. Like he could read my thoughts.
“Liam, where are your manners?” Maggie called out over her shoulder as most of her body disappeared inside the fridge. “Offer your lady a seat.”
