It would make sense why he’s so hell-bent on protecting me.
“Eat up, sweet cheeks.” She gestures at me with her fork. “I know I have your wheels spinning. I figured if anyone could get it out of him, it would be you.”
“Me? Why me?”
Gram scoffs. “Because you’re the only woman I’ve seen him around.”
I nearly choke on my pastry. “What? Come on. That can’t be right.”
She pats my leg. “It is, dear. He’s a loner.”
“I’m sure he’s had one-night stands.”
“That doesn’t mean he’s not lonely. It just means he needs to get his jollies off.”
I roll myeyes. “Gram.”
“He probably gets tired of using his hand. Wants a warm body.”
That comment shouldn’t make me as jealous as it does.
“Aha. I knew it,” she yells.
I shake my head. “Knew what?”
“You like him. That made you jealous.”
“It did not?—”
“Don’t deny it. My ESP is infallible.”
I blink. “You have a sixth sense?”
She nods. “Emotional Sass Perception. It never fails me.”
Dear God. She’s crazy.
“And I can tell you with certainty that there’s something between you and the broody, sexy goalie.”
Ew. Why is she calling Daltyn sexy?
I mean, he is, but she’s... old.
“Don’t worry, Sweet Cheeks. I have my own man. I don’t want yours.”
“I’m not worried. He’s not mine.”
She pats my leg. “Keep telling yourself that.”
I give up arguing with her. “How did you get here?”
“Eddie dropped me off. He’s going to pick up my script. Damn hemorrhoids.”
I nearly choke again. “Please don’t tell me about it,” I whisper.
“Not this time.” She gets up, heading for the fridge.
“We don’t have much to drink.”
