Page 95 of Take This Heart
“I had the best time,” I tell him.
He leans his forehead against mine. “Me too. Best weekend I can remember, Golo.”
“Me too, Mildie.” I sigh.
He gives me one more kiss and groans. “I don’t want to leave your mouth.”
I smile against his lips. “Our lips arereallygood together.”
I hear something outside the SUV and turn to look. Grandma Donna and Grandma Nancy are standing there grinning in what I can only describe as pure glee.
“Oh my God,” I whisper.
Milo laughs. “They are the funniest, cutest ladies I’ve ever seen…well, my grandmas are right up there. But they could totally compete for who meddles most.”
I give them a pointed look, which sends them in titters, and I turn back to Milo in horror.
“Forgive them for their lack of kissing etiquette.”
“Not quite like giving the city of Minneapolis a show from the windows, is it?” He laughs when I smack his chest. “Should we kiss again and really make your grandmas happy?”
“No, we shouldn’t.” I get out of the SUV to the sound of him laughing and my grandmas swarming to hug me.
“Sorry, we interrupted. We came to help you get your things inside and then, imagine our surprise when things were heating up out here!” Grandma Donna says, patting my arm.
I fan my face. “No words,” I say, glancing at Milo as he walks to my side.
“Evening, ladies,” he says.
“It’s a fine evening, isn’t it?” Grandma Nancy beams at him. “Looks like you two got up to some fun this weekend.”
“We sure did,” Milo says, completely unfazed. “Your granddaughter is amazing, as you know. My parents fell for her, my friends fell for her…”
“And it sounds like you fell for Marigold too.” Grandma Nancy’s eyes are all lit up.
I press my lips together and shake my head, avoiding eye contact with Milo.
He surprises me by taking my hand and kissing it, and I swear, my grandmas both swoon in unison. His eyes are intense as he tips my chin up to look at him.
“I did. Though I think I fell for Marigold the night we met.” His smile is sweet and sinful.
Grandma Donna puts her hand on her chest. “That is beautiful. Just beautiful.”
I give him an apologetic look, but he just grins.
“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” I say under my breath.
“More than you know,” he says, trying to hold back a laugh. “But it’s the truth, too…” He tugs my back against his chest, his arms wrapping around me. “I’m pretty sure I’m yours,” he says against my skin.
“Did he just say what I think he said?” Grandma Donna whisper-shouts.
Milo and I burst out laughing.
“Okay, Granny Whisperer. Let’s get my things,” I tell him.
“I’ve got it,” he says, still laughing as he walks to the trunk.
“You should come in for some dessert. I made a lemon bundt cake,” Grandma Nancy says.
