Page 65 of Her Big Fat Dreamy Billionaire Ex

“See? This one understands.” Grams pointed to Felicity. “It’s my prerogative.”

“All right. Go ahead. But we do have a gardener for that kind of thing.” Mabel squirmed and he let her down onto the deck. She walked to Grams, her nails clicking on the wood.

“I want to do this myself.” Grams paused for a minute then scratched her chin. “You guys wouldn’t be available to help me gather up the tools, would you? Some of them are hung quite high. I’m not sure I can reach.”

Felicity stood and moved her deck chair back to the table. “Sure, we can help.”

Aiden wasn’t sure what Grams was up to, but he joined Felicity. “No problem. We were done out here anyway. After we gather the tools, we can call it a night.”

Grams nodded, a strange look on her face. “Thank you.”

Mabel followed after them as they headed toward the supply shed. “I appreciate the help,” Grams said. “I know it sounds silly, but I just want to get everything ready so I can start on this project in the morning.”

“We don’t mind.” Felicity glanced at him and he shrugged his agreement.

“Did you enjoy the cave tour, Felicity?”

Felicity’s eyes flashed. “It was fantastic. There’s a fully preserved skeleton down there, from when the people used to perform human sacrifices. The guide showed us how you can tell it was a woman. It was fascinating to hear about.”

“I’ve never taken the tour, I think if I went down there, I’d end up like that skeleton. But Aiden told me all about it the last time he went. Did you get any pictures?”

“I didn’t take my camera because of the water. And I thought since it wasn’t an excursion from the resort, I didn’t need to.” Felicity got a worried expression on her face. “You didn’t need any, did you?”

Grams shook her head. “No, you’re right. I just thought maybe you had taken some for yourself.”

“I didn’t want my camera to get wet.”

“That’s understandable.”

As they approached the shed, Grams pointed to the door. “I think all the supplies I need are high on the back wall.”

Aiden opened the door, but it was pitch black inside. There was no light in there, just a small window, but it barely brought in anything. He took a step in and waited for his eyes to adjust.

“You’ll have to go in further,” Grams said.

Felicity walked in past him and turned on the flashlight on her phone. The light reflected off the metal tools. “Which ones did you want?”

Grams gave Aiden a strong shove and he stumbled into Felicity’s back. “Hey—”

The door slammed shut and the lock clicked. Stunned, he just stared at the back of the door. “Grams?” he called.

“I’m not letting you out until you two have talked,” she said, her voice muffled through the door. Mabel barked outside.

Felicity’s eyes widened. “What?”

“I know you two aren’t really back together. You need to work through some things. I’ll be back in the morning.”

Aiden’s shock turned into panic, and he pounded on the door. “Grams! Let us out!”

When she didn’t answer, and Mabel’s barking faded away, he pounded harder. “Grams!”

Felicity grabbed his arm. “Just hold on. Let’s see if we can reason with her.”

“What do you mean? She’s locked us in the supply shed.” He wanted to bust the door down and take Grams in to a mental hospital. What in the world was wrong with her?

Sure, they’d pretended the relationship, but what gave Grams the idea that locking them in the shed was a good plan? She was mental.

Felicity calmly swiped her finger over her phone and then put it up to her ear. “Just hold on. I’ll talk to her.”

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