Page 13 of Loving Words
“Okay, well Harrison couldn’t tell me if you liked red or white sauce, so I made both to go with rotini pasta, chicken, and a can of sweet rolls I found at the grocery store. I’m sorry I didn’t have time to make biscuits from scratch—”
Dropping my hands to my side, I shook my head. “Sweet rolls are perfect. I’m glad you didn’t go through the trouble. It’s your Christmas vacation, and you should be relaxing.”
“I’ll relax when I’m buried six feet in the ground. Come on, I’m sure you’re starving after your little adventure,” Gran said.
After glancing at Harrison, I followed Gran into the kitchen. She dished me a little bit of everything and passed me the plate.
“If you want more, take it, because I made plenty.”
“You’re determined to fatten me up, aren’t you?” I asked, rubbing my flat stomach.
“They tell you that the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach, but I’m past my prime for you. If I were twenty-five years younger, you wouldn’t have seen me coming. Or I hope you would...”
Harrison groaned while I processed her words. There was no way she said what she said, right? “Granny! Let’s not scare Jack away,” he said.
“Who said I was scaring him away? If there was anyone in the house who’d be rooting for a sexually liberated woman, I’d suppose it would be Jack.”
I chuckled. “There’s nothing sexier than a woman who knows what she wants, no matter her age.”
Gran patted the side of her hair. “Ain’t that the truth...”
Harrison ran a hand down his face. “Gran.”
“Harrison Maxwell Baker! Do you think this old lady can’t get some, like you kids say?” Granny asked before leaving the kitchen, and it took everything in me not to react.
“No, because I don’t think about you... about you getting some.” Harrison finished by gagging and shaking his head rapidly.
“What on earth is wrong with you?” Kennedy asked, padding into the living room.
Gran rolled her eyes. “He doesn’t appreciate the fact I have sex.”
Kennedy laughed. “You clearly haven’t heard about Gran’s burlesque days.”
My brows shot toward my hairline. “Burlesque? This I have to hear.”
Gran patted my arm and flashed me a saucy grin. “Another time with a glass of wine.”
I watched her walk out, an extra shimmy to her hips. My grin couldn’t be avoided. The woman was rather spectacular, which explained her granddaughter.
“Burlesque? Why does that sound familiar?” Harrison asked.
Kennedy shook her head. “For such a smart guy, you’re rather naive.”
“It’s a sexy-as-fuck, even classy, striptease,” I said.
“Granny was a stripper?” Harrison yelled before his attention moved to his phone. “Damn, there goes my evening plans,” he muttered as his fingers flew along the screen before he slipped the phone back into his pocket and said, “Stripper?”
Kennedy and I burst into laughter at his incredulous expression.
Harrison dropped onto the couch as Kennedy said, “Have fun with that,” and walked out. Her hips swayed side to side, and my cock twitched unlike when her granny had done the same.
I scrubbed my face, not wanting to continue any form of thought involving her grandmother. “You okay?”
Harrison shook his head. “I-I’m going to need a moment. This new information explains a hell of a lot about her.”
I scrolled through social media on my phone while I gave him time to process everything. My thumb paused on a post by a popular blogger. She’d hopped onto her proverbial soapbox about male romance writers.
I managed to read half the post before shutting the app and tossing the phone to my side.
