Page 56 of Breeding Her: The Red Flag Edition
She laughed and slapped her hands on my chest, sliding them up to my shoulders.
“I took it off.”
I relaxed and backed her into her apartment, burying my face in her shoulder. She tilted her face up and I captured her lips.
What started as a gentle kiss had me growling into her mouth as I cupped her ass. The skirt was tighter than her usual dresses. I delved deeper, hot, wet, citrus on her tongue—
A throat cleared.
“I hope I’m not interrupting.”
Grammy.
I groaned as Juliette pulled away.
“You are, Grammy,” I muttered, watching my hopes and dreams of bending her over the table in that skirt vanish into thin air.
“How rude,” Grammy said, slapping my shoulder as she breezed past to greet Juliette.
It was all my fault for not closing the damn door.
They wandered off down the hall, chatting like old friends, and I closed the door with a sigh.
Then I heard Grammy’s voice drop to a suspicious hush.
I rushed into the living room.
“I heard a little rumour that you two made an out-of-town visit… to a certain medical centre,” she said, pinning Juliette with a look.
Juliette’s eyes flew to mine, wide and panicked.
“Grammy, your intel is incorrect,” I said smoothly.
She was worried—rightly so. If word got out before she was ready, it could hurt her job. That was the dark side of small-town life.
“I disagree,” Grammy said with a sly smile. “The Golden Girls have a network that extends beyond Farrow’s End. We’re branching out.”
“I’ll put some tea on,” Juliette squeaked, darting across to the kitchen like it was a magical force field that could repel Grammy’s interrogation.
“Grammy—” I started.
“Hush.” She waved a hand without even looking at me. “When do I speak to the pastor?”
Hmm.
Actually… this could work in my favour.
Another scandal attached to my name, but if it meant persuading Juliette into a lifetime vow… yes.
I guided Grammy to the couch, sneaking a look at Juliette, who was now opening and closing cupboards like she’d never made tea a day in her life.
“What did you have in mind, Grammy?”
She eased down beside me, patting my cheek with her gnarly hand.
“I always knew you were like your grandfather—just a bit slower on the uptake.”
I smirked, even as Juliette dropped a spoon with a loud clatter behind us.
