Page 61 of Pinch of Love

“It’s good to see you,” Millie said, squeezing my upper arm. “Mmm. He’s got a good build on him, Maya.”

Maya’s eyes widened, and her cheeks instantly reddened.

“Okay, Grandma Millie. We aren’t all as boy crazy as you are.”

Grandma Millie’s boyfriend wandered up behind her and squeezed her bum, and he laughed. “She’s got a one-track mind.”

Maya looked like she wanted to slink away, and I couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Millie, I think you're embarrassing your granddaughter,” Jackson Sr. said, placing a kiss on Millie’s cheek.

“Isn’t that what we’re made for?” Grandma Millie looked at her granddaughter and tilted her head. “You’ve been crying.” She turned her gaze to me. “You didn’t do this. Did you?”

I put my hands up. “No, ma’am.”

She winked at me. “I didn’t think so.”

Millie looked down at Maya’s foot and flinched. “How are you even upright, Maya?”

“I can’t sit for more than ten minutes. You know how that is, Grandma. I’m used to the pain.”

Jackson grimaced, looking at Maya’s toe, and he looked like he was about to turn green. “We need to get this woman some help quickly.”

Millie nodded and motioned for Maya to follow her.

“Do you need anything from inside?” I asked. “I’ll get the door.”

“No. I have my license and debit in my pocket,” Maya explained as she hobbled to her grandma’s car.

“So, why did you stop by, Cash?” Millie asked as I dashed to help Maya into the car after locking her front door.

Something in Millie’s eyes told me she already knew, and I wondered how immersed my parents were in this underground matchmaking service.

As I propped Maya’s leg on the backseat of the car and Maya buckled her seatbelt, Maya’s eyes locked on mine. “Yeah, why did you stop by? I’ve been so into my stuff I forgot to ask.”

By this time, Jackson and Millie had turned around from the front seats and watched us with big grins.

Great. Fine.

Still leaning over Maya in the back, I let out a breath. “My brother called and invited me... us... camping using my trailer.”

“Me? Us?” Maya’s brows rose.

“Long story,” I grumbled, not enjoying the audience. “But I know you don’t like camping.”

“In a tent. This is a different story.”

Millie honked the horn, and I smacked my head on the ceiling of the car in shock.

“Then it’s settled. Maya will be there.”

“I haven’t even told her when.”

Millie honked the horn again and started the car. “Doesn’t matter. I don’t care if we have to wheel her into your trailer. She needs this.”

And with that, Millie started reversing the car as I struggled to get out in time and shut the door.

Millie stomped on the brakes and grimaced as Jackson rolled his window down.

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