Page 67 of Christmas at Black Cherry Retreat
‘Really?’ He couldn’t hide his amazement.
No matter which way she phrased this he’d think she was sneaking around behind his back.You were.
Fee threw upher hands. ‘Okay. You’ve got me. I knew you’d asked her for advice and when things… went badly for us in New Orleans it struck me the best way to work things out with you was to winkle some information out of your grandmother.’ For several interminable seconds a deadly silence filled the room.
‘Women.’ Tom burst out laughing. ‘You’re all the same.’
Fee didn’t argue.
‘She’sbeen at this a whole lot longer than you, honey.’ A mischievous grin stretched over his face. ‘She’ll chew you up, spit you out and wipe the floor with you while leaving you convinced she’s a sweet old lady who wouldn’t hurt a fly.’
‘Are you saying I shouldn’t go?’
‘Nah, you go ahead.’
‘I’ll tell you everything she says. Don’t worry.’
‘Hey, I’m not worried,’ Tomsaid. ‘You’re back in my arms and haven’t tossed out my ideas as complete crap. It’s all good. This morning I was pretty much convinced you’d never speak to me again.’
‘Would you still have gone to London?’
He gave a long, slow nod and she let herself smile.
‘Good.’ Fee snuggled back into his embrace and didn’t say another word.
