Page 141 of Driftwood Daffodil 3

Damnit.

Did Maw Maw care about any of the men in the room? Nope. She let them mutter amongst themselves and focused completely on me.

She took a step closer. “The police called and said you were attacked.”

I’d hardly call it attacked. It was more like threatened.

Another step.

“So, I came rushing home from my golf weekend…”

Oh, she left golf. This wasn’t going to be good.

Another step.

“Only to have your sister tell me that you were with your boyfriend.”

Then she stopped and gave me a firm eye that caused my mouthful of muffin to bob down my throat in a heavy gulp.

Damnit Veda.

“Pfft,” I snorted, then snickered, and coughed. “I don’t have a boyfriend, Maw Maw.”

It was believable. My snort/snicker/cough may not have been, but that was. Look how I just ate breakfast. Who would want to date that?

Maw Maw’s eyes narrowed for a second before she snapped her stare on Gio. “Young man, are you having intimate relations with my granddaughter?”

Gio didn’t hesitate. “Yes.”

Why would he tell her that? Did he not see the ball of fury and hellfire slippers that was my Maw Maw?

“Listen, Maw Maw…”

One finger. That was all she had to hold up to make me shut my mouth.

And that was when Atlee chuckled.

Big mistake. Never laugh when Maw Maw was mad. On the upside, her attention was now on him.

“You,” she seethed while rolling her eyes down him. “Lying to an old woman. For shame.”

I felt guilty for him. Atlee however, seemed to take her look as a challenge. He washed that charming smile on his face, leaned against the counter and said, “there’s a lot I could do to an old woman.”

My eyes were closed before her hand cracked off the side of his face. “You need Jesus.”

“Ouch, what the fuck lady.”

Her hand flew through the air before the last word left his lips.

“Do not talk to a woman like that,” Maw Maw’ s finger was now held up to him. “Where is your mother?”

“Fuck my mother.”

That earned him another slap.

“Goddamnit.”

And another.

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