Page 8 of Breeding Her: The Red Flag Edition
My head snapped back, and I began to splutter. My cheeks heated as the girls behind the counter tittered.
“Grammy—”
“Now you listen here. I have a plan,” she said, devil in her eyes.
I opened my mouth to speak.
“Nope. Not a word. You’re about to be thirty-five. When I was your age—”
“I’ll call you later, Grammy,” I said, waving for my coffee as I pulled out my wallet. “I don’t want to be late. I have a… thing… at work.”
I’d never moved so fast in my life. If she was on me like white on rice, that meant the Golden Girls knew too.
My coffee sloshed out of the lid, burning my hand as I made it safely to my cruiser. I glanced around the car park—empty. Grammy hadn’t followed me.
I’d forgotten about my upcoming birthday. Just another year—but my family insisted on making a fuss.
I glanced back at the diner to see Grammy poke two fingers at me, then point them at her eyes.
She already had one great-grandkid from Caleb. Why was she harassing me?
I blew her a kiss and jumped into my car before she managed to reach me. She was spry when she wanted to be—like those monsters that only move when you blink.
Dad needed to talk to her.
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Before heading to the station, I did a loop around town. Other than parents dropping kids at school and a few elderly folks out for their morning walks, nothing was happening.
No sign of the yellow rust bucket anywhere.
I spotted Caleb and pulled over.
“Hey,” he said, leaning against the window.
“Mornin’. How’s Grace?” I asked, smiling, thinking about my niece.
He chuckled. “A handful, as always. I swear she takes after Grammy.”
I groaned.
“Just a heads up—she’s after you,” he added with a smirk.
“I know. Ran into her at the diner,” I mumbled.
“So you know about the new—”
“Yes!”
He raised a brow. “Alright, take it easy. What’s up?”
“Nothing. Just… out of sorts. Want a ride?”
“Nah, I’m good. Vera says I need to get more steps in,” he muttered, something about a beer belly.
“Classic dad bod,” I chuckled.
He was two years younger than me, but married life had softened him.
