I shake my head. “I need another cinnamon roll.”
“Good.” She sits forward and grabs my plate. “I was hoping you would.”
Daltyn returns with more bags—and two coffees in his hand.
“Here you go.” He leans over and hands it to me, then heads to the kitchen.
“Oh. You didn’t have?—”
I stop at the look he throws me over his shoulder.
“Thanks.”
He smiles. “You’re welcome.”
“Oh, shit. You’re gonna work on making babies tonight,” Gram murmurs.
I slap her arm. Daltyn looks amused.
I hope he didn’t hear her. But I’m fairly certain he did.
I get up and move toward him. “Do you need any help?”
He opens his mouth, then looks over my shoulder at Gram. “Sure. Would you mind putting thisstuff in the refrigerator?”
I grab the yogurt and fresh vegetables with a smile and begin organizing his fridge. He hands me cheese, milk, and some meats.
“So domestic,” Gram remarks. “Ahh. I see Eddie’s headlights.”
I exchange an amused glance with Daltyn, then move to Gram. “Do you want to take your cinnamon rolls?”
“Oh no. Those are for you and lover boy.”
Sweet Jesus. She doesn’t quit.
“Well, thanks for that. They really are delicious.” I hug her, then head to the door.
Daltyn comes up behind me. “Thanks for coming, Gram. Call me before you drop by next time.”
She reaches over my shoulder and pats his arm. “Never.”
I sag against the door as I watch her get into Eddie’s car.
Daltyn’s warm hand moves to my shoulder. “Sorry about that. You could’ve sent me an S.O.S. text. I would’ve come running.”
I wave, then step back, closing the door. Daltyn reaches over and locks it.
“It’s okay. She wasn’t here long.”
“Good.” His gaze drops to my ankle. “How’s it feeling?” The concern in his voice softens something inside me.
“Not too bad.”
“Go sit down. I’ll bring you some ice, and we’ll take a look at it.”
I do as he says without arguing. I blame it on Gram wearing me down.
But the truth is, I like him taking care of me.
