Page 69 of Not the Bodyguard's Princess
“Tell her we’re making out.”
Jordan covered her mouth and laughed. “That would be a lie.”
Andrew leaned in and stole a quick kiss. “Not necessarily.”
She slapped his shoulder. “Come on, it’s our last night with Grandma.”
And the end of the long, soul-searching stares.
* * *
Jordan was scrolling through her phone, looking for a new book, when Grandma tapped on the door and let herself in. “Got a moment?”
“Sure.” Jordan scooted over on her bed.
Grandma sat down and arranged her robe just so. “He passed.”
Jordan dropped her phone. “What? Who passed? Blake?”
“No. Andrew. He passed my tests.”
“You scared me. I thought you meant dying.”
“I’m sorry. I thought you realized I was testing him.”
“A gazillion questions, ten o’clock curfew, and some of the most difficult foods to eat? Yes, it’s crossed my mind that you’ve been trying to torture my boyfriend.”
“I’ll leave the torturing to Blake. He’s more protective of you than most fathers are.”
“He had achatwith Andrew last Friday when he got here. All I know is that there was no bloodshed. Although I don’t think Andrew would have thrown any punches if there were.”
“I made Blake read the incident report of the kissing clip aloud to me. By the time he reached the end, he’d cooled off considerably.”
“What did it say?” Jordan needed to get a copy of that report.
“At the end, Andrew put in an apology to you and us for not finding a better way to circumvent the matter, especially not knowing what an emotional toll it would exact from you.”
“Bodyguards don’t normally write apologies, do they? Especially when it was my choice. I could have told Storm to take a long hike off the closest pier and Andrew would have walked him down to the docks.”
“Your idea about telling the truth that Andrew is a boyfriend worked.”
“I know. We have been ducking paparazzi all week. He’s good at it. Give them a couple of photos and no comment as he whisks me away. I guess he’s seen enough of it to not even be flustered.”
“Have you given any thought to what happens when filming is over and you go back to LA?” Grandma smoothed her robe out again.
“We haven’t talked about it. But then, we haven’t had much unsupervised time this week.” Jordan tossed a small throw pillow at Grandma, who easily caught it.
“You only have ten more days of taping. Paul is eager to wrap up ahead of schedule, even if he doesn’t get the snowfall he planned on getting.”
“I’m just glad I’m done with my scenes kissing Storm. Today’s wedding scene went smoother because you were there. He muttered something about real grandmothers.”
“He doesn’t respect me for being your grandmother, only that he knows I know everyone who is everyone within a degree or two of separation, including Kevin Bacon.” Grandma paused. “You kids don’t play that game, do you?”
Jordan shrugged. “I’ve heard of it. Apparently I rate a two on the scale because you appeared in that one film with him. But I never played it.”
“Remind me to invite Kevin to your wedding. Then you can add a one to that list.”
“Grandma, you wouldn’t! Besides, I think I have to appear in a movie with him.”
