Page 18 of His Scarlette Obsession
“Oh, did she now?”
Grandma Jackie looks at me with interest, and I can’t help feeling rather defensive. “What?”
“I know how old-fashioned you are,” she teases.
“Grandma!” And...and so what if I’m old-fashioned?
“As for you,hmm...” Grandma Jackie’s gaze turns thoughtful as she studies the sheikh. “I can’t see you as the type to be gentle and subtle in approaching my baby girl. I would liken you more with how a wolf—”
A strangled sound escapes me just as Lykan’s gaze gleams in amusement, and my grandmother’s expression turns curious. “What is it?”
“That’s exactly what she called me, Jackie—”
“My granddaughter called you a wolf?”
“That’snot—I didn’t exactly—”
But Grandma Jackie’s already shaking her head with a laugh. “Oh, dear. I always warned you, didn’t I? That smart mouth of yours would either get you fired or find you a husband—”
“Grandma!”
My face is on fire, but this only has the older woman winking at me like it’s always been my plan to nab a sheikh for a husband.
“Looks like it was the latter.”
And so it continues, with the two of them actually ganging up to rib me mercilessly about my old-fashioned ways, and it’s only when Grandma Jackie has to excuse herself to head back to the kitchen that Lykan informs us with what seems like genuine reluctance about having to leave as well.
“Come drop by anytime,” Grandma Jackie says after giving him a hug.
“I will.”
My grandmother insists that I walk him out, and it’s only when we’re outside, with the town square bustling with its usual Saturday morning activity, that I remember one important thing.
He’s still the enemy, Scar.
Heads turn as we walk past familiar faces, but Lykan doesn’t seem to notice this. I can sense his gaze focused entirely on me, and my heart hammers against my chest when he clasps my shoulders and turn me to face him.
“If you’re worried about your grandmother—”
It’s as if he’s read my mind, and I...I just don’t know what to feel about this. Why is it so easy for him to know my thoughts?
“You don’t have to be.”
“But you threatened to shut down her business.”
“Which won’t happen at all as long as you keep your end of the bargain.”
He makes it sound so frustratingly easy, but we both know it’s not.
“Why are you even here?” I ask helplessly.
“I wanted to introduce myself to your grandmother.”
Like any “normal” fiancé would do, but we both know he’s not that either.
At all.
“I just don’t understand what you want.”
