Page 86 of Fish out of Water
“You’re doing fantastic, Mother.” Grant’s hand wrapped around my elbow. “I’m sure she’s already regretting at least half the decisions she’s made.” He directed me toward the living room, heading straight down the hall and into his room before closing the door behind us.
Then he stood staring at me.
I took a bite of scone while I waited for Grant to decide what he was going to say next.
It should be interesting.
“I’m sorry, Jules.”
“For what?” I was actually interested to hear what he thought he should be sorry for.
Because this was probably one of the least traumatizing things that had happened to me since meeting him.
“For my mother.” He sighed. “And my grandmother.”
“I like them.” I drank a little of the coffee his mother made me. “They seem nice.”
“I’m not sure I would call either of them nice.” He studied me for a second. “But I guess they can be nice when they want to be.”
He paced to the bed and dropped to sit on the edge of the mattress, his head going to his hands.
“Why are they here?”
“I would guess Michael called my mother last night to apologize for what happened.”
“And they flew here because of that?” It was a long trip to make when Grant was perfectly fine.
“My mother is a little overprotective.” He raked one hand through his hair. “And my grandmother comes to Florida every chance she gets.”
“So will they stay here?” The bed I slept on my first night at Grant’s house was definitely better than any hotel mattress I’d ever slept on, which made me pretty sure the room wasn’t so much a guest room as it was his mother’s room.
“Ugh.” Grant scrubbed both hands over his face. “We’re going to a hotel.”
We?
He stood. “Or maybe your apartment is fixed.”
“You really want to go back to my apartment?” I mean, I liked my apartment and all, but my mattress didn’t hold a candle to Grant’s.
And there were scones here.
His brows came together. “You don’t?”
I took another bite of the scone his mother gave me.
She was poised and pretty and polished. And I found her very interesting.
Especially after all the talk about her last night.
“Is it safe to stay at my place?” I was a little fuzzy on what exactly happened to the two men from The Sweet Side. “Do we still have to worry about those men?”
Grant’s expression changed, sharpening. “You don’t need to worry about anything, Jules.”
I glanced at the clock on his nightstand. “Actually, I need to worry about being late for work.”
“Shit.” Grant went to the door. “I’ll be back.”
I plopped down on the edge of his bed. I’d lived a strange sort of life, but I always assumed I was in the minority.
