Page 89 of Cowboy of Convenience
Evelyn took a deep breath, dragging the moment out. "I guess it wouldn't hurt to talk to her."
Gram-Gram's face brightened and she clapped her hands in front of her. "Excellent. I will arrange for a meeting as soon as possible." She gave Grady a smile before turning to the hall. "If you excuse me. I need to make a trip to the bathroom."
When Gram-Gram disappeared down the hall, Evelyn turned to face him, her mouth pulling into a smirk.
Grady snagged her around the waist, pulling her as close as her growing belly would allow. "How much did you hear?"
Evelyn snorted. "The whole damn thing. I knew she was up to something. She kept pointing out all the tasks she had people for in New York and telling me how great it was to not have to vacuum her own carpets."
Grady tipped his head. "I mean, I don't think she's wrong."
Evelyn’s shoulders dropped. "I just worry."
Grady leaned in to press a kiss against her forehead. "I know you do, but I can always move the iron horse down where you can reach him."
Evelyn laughed, leaning into his touch, the sound quickly turning to a long, loud yawn. "I think I need a nap."
Grady smoothed over her hair. "I think our son might need to get his shit together because I plan on trying to convince you to do this at least four more times."
Evelyn's head dropped back, eyes meeting his as a look of horror widened her eyes. "I'm not having five babies, Grady."
“Okay.” He nodded his head, like he was willing to negotiate. "Maybe just three then."
Evelyn's eyes narrowed, proving he wasn't the only one that had learned a few things about their spouse. "I feel like this is a trick. Ask for five so three will sound reasonable."
Grady grinned. "Threeispretty reasonable. Brody Pace has—"
His argument was cut off by a screech from the half-bath down the hall.
Gram-Gram came hustling down the hall, yoga pants askew, looking outraged and embarrassed at the same time. She pointed back the way she'd come. "Why is there plastic wrap on the toilet?"
“Oh shit.” Evelyn’s hand went to her mouth as her eyes jumped his way. “I forgot I did that yesterday.” She poked at his chest. “You didn’t go in there like you always do when you came in from the barn.”
“So this is my fault?” Grady couldn’t stop laughing and he couldn’t love the woman in front of him any more.
Today.
Tomorrow was probably another story.
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