Page 37 of Book Boyfriends
“Tomorrow. They’ll move him to a room in a bit. I’ll hang around until he’s settled.” She steps back, her attention drops to me. “Oh, Peach, thank you so much for everything.”
“Peach?” Davis spins, his brows nearly reaching his hairline. “You’re Peach?”
“Georgia… But your grandparents call me Peach,” I admit bashfully.
Clearly, Davis had no idea who I was, but the realization that wrinkles his features telegraphs that he knows who Peach is. No doubt Doc’s cupid antics were done to both of us.
“Georgia Peach.” His chuckle is warm.
Estelle’s head cocks to the right. “You two know each other?”
“Georgia’s brother Jackson works with me at No Boundaries,” he offers.
“Works with you?” She bats the air. “Such modesty for the CEO and founder.”
My right eyebrow may be fused into an arched position at this point. In the course of a few minutes, everything I thought I knew about Davis was turned upside down. He’s Kenny. Doc and Estelle’s grandson. Also, he’s not just a finance bro, but as No Boundaries’ founder and CEO, he is their king.
“I can wait with you while they get Pop admitted,” he says.
She shakes her head. “Not needed. Plus, someone needs to take Peach home. She rode in the ambulance, so her car is at SPN.”
“It’s not?—”
“Hush.” Estelle dismisses my protest with a flick of her wrist. “It’s the least we can do. You’ve taken such good care of us.” She peers up at her grandson. “Peach never left our sides.”
“Thank you.” His grateful gaze lands on me, causing something to swoop low in my belly.
Stop it! We don’t like him.My body is at odds with everything. My brain is unable to reconcile Davis the asshole with Kenny, the sweet grandson of two of my favorite humans. How can he be the same person?
Davis looks between me and his grandmother. “Nan, how will you get home?”
“I drove myself here. I can drive myself home.” Resolve glints in her eyes.
His mouth curves into a boyish grin. “I won’t argue with you.”
The exchange squeezes something in my chest. It’s sweet how he worries but doesn’t push. If this were me and my brothers, there’d be an entire lecture about how they should drive me home.
“Are those for me?” Estelle points to the food containers still in my hand.
“Yeah.” I hand them to her. I pull out one of the water bottles from my purse. “And this.”
“Such a thoughtful woman. Not to mention quite fetching.” She nudges her grandson.
“You’re relentless.” With a laugh, he bends to place a tender kiss on her cheek. “Call me once he’s settled and when you get home.”
“See how thoughtful my handsome grandson is,” she coos, winking at me.
“Relentless.” My eyeroll is lighthearted.
With a wry grin, she turns and heads down the hall. “Oh, Kenny—” she looks over her shoulder. “Take Peach to grab a bite before you take her to her car. The poor thing hasn’t eaten since breakfast.”
We both shake our heads as Estelle disappears down the hall.
I clear my throat. “I have so many questions.”
“I’m sure you do.”
Brows lowered, I motion at him. “Why do they call you Kenny?”
