Page 13 of Breeding Her: The Red Flag Edition
I didn’t even want to know how she found out where I lived.
Her smile stretched.
“That would be lovely, dear. You can tell me all about yourself.”
?? ?? ??
Grammy Mercer let herself out once she’d finished interrogating me.
She’d threatened me with another visit soon—next time, apparently, with her grandson in tow.
Something about him being handy. Said he could help me paint.
Like I couldn’t hold a roller on my own.
I stabbed the pie with my fork, still trying to decide if the visit had been friendly or hostile.
Probably both.
It was obvious she was trying to set me up. Knowing my luck, he was a guy in his 40s living in her basement.
I shook my head.
And she wasn’t even subtle about it.
“Sturdy hips,” my ass.
I stuffed a bite of red cherry goodness into my mouth and chewed in silence.
It might’ve been worth it for the pie.
Chapter 5
Kade
This was my sixth day dodging Grammy. Since the entire town and my family were traitors, I knew she knew it was my day off.
Didn’t matter if I was getting groceries or doing yard work. It was going to happen.
It wasn’t a question of if, but when.
She was screwing with me. And I almost caved. Almost.
Lord knew I needed a distraction.
I’d already tried to find Juliette Morgan on social media, but everything was locked down tighter than a vault.
Smart woman. Maddening, too.
Grammy held out until midday.
Then she called.
“Hello, Grammy,” I said, grudgingly smiling as I answered.
“Kade, my favourite grandchild. The firstborn in the Mercer household,” she chirped.
I rolled my eyes.
