“Water’s just fine, dear.” She brings two bottles back and sits down. “So... have you thought about where you’d like to get married?”
“What?”
“I have all kinds of ideas if you need them.”
“Completely unnecessary. I have... ideas.”
God. I can’t imagine what her wedding ideas are. I’m too scared to ask and find out.
“How about baby names?”
I spit out the drink of water I’d just taken.
She laughs, helping me clean up. “You’re as jumpy as your goalie. The two of you really are quite a match.”
There’s a rumble of an engine that draws my attention to the windows.
“Oh. There he comes.” Gram claps her hands excitedly. “I love the way he looks at you. I can’t wait to see his face now that the two of you were separated for a brief time.”
“The way he looks at me?”
She nods. “Like he wants to crawl inside your head and learn everything about you.” Then her grin turns wicked. “Also like he wants to pound you into his mattress hard enough to break the bed.”
Thank God I don’t have anything in my mouth to choke on or spit out because my jaw is on the floor.
“Seriously, Gram.”
Daltyn’s footsteps cross the porch floorboards, heavy and swift. He turns the handle and bursts through the door, his expression dark.“Why’s it unlock—Gram?”
“Don’t get mad at your girl. I dropped by to see how she was.” She pats my leg again. “Poor thing and her hurt ankle.”
Daltyn’s face relaxes, changing to sympathy as he meets my eyes. I shrug my shoulders helplessly.
Hmmm.
He didn’t argue when Gram called me his girl.
“You really didn’t have to drop by,” he says, his arms and hands lined with bags.
“I made cinnamon rolls. I know Peyton likes those.”
“Yes. She does.”
I watch his retreating back as he heads to the island and starts setting bags on it.
He remembered I like cinnamon rolls? I ate them once in Key West.
“I’ll be back. I need to get the rest.”
“The rest?” I stare at all the bags on the counter. “Are you having a party or cookout?”
His lips twitch. “Nope. I just wanted to be sure I have things you like.”
“I made a list.”
He’s already out the door.
Gram sits back, a smug look on her face. “Told you he has it bad for you. He probably would’ve bought the damn store and named it after you if you asked.”
