Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 88936 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 445(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88936 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 445(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
Grams looked so giddy with the praise; her smile was the biggest I’d seen it in years. Maeme glanced at me and winked, then made a movement with her hand slightly to tell me to go on.
“Once you get the hang of it,” Grams began as I left the room quietly.
I stood just inside the kitchen, listening to Grams go on about the yarn quality and color choices before making my way back to the bedroom. Leaving Grams with someone other than my dad and me had never been an option. But it appeared Amory’s grandmother knew exactly how to handle her.
I felt a warmth in my chest, and a smile played across my lips as I stared at myself in the mirror. This guy really liked me. It was intimidating to think about. He was going to see soon enough that I was a hassle. Had he not gotten enough of that yesterday? It had been a day full of hassles.
Reaching up, I took a strand of my hair and wrapped it around my finger. I had good hair. Grams had always loved my hair when I was little. Letting the strand fall, I touched my lips, then my cheeks, and studied my nose. I saw the flaws, but I also knew that no one else looked as closely as I did. I wondered if my mom looked like me at this age. The photo I had, she was older than me now, but there were resemblances. No, I wasn’t going to think about her. She wasn’t my mom or even my mother. Grams was.
Dropping my hand back to my side, I turned around to find something to wear. It seemed this date was happening, and I wanted to at least look nice. He’d put a lot of effort into it getting his grandmother over here to sit with Grams. I was gonna wear something short. Not too short though. I didn’t want his grandmother thinking I was a hussy.
My phone dinged.
How did I do?
That was all Amory texted me.
Biting my lip, I smiled.
The sundress is short, and the heels are high.
I hit Send and waited as the dots appeared.
God, I love Maeme.
A laugh bubbled out of me as I held the phone for a moment more before putting it down and going to do all I could to make that man’s heart flutter.
• Twelve •
“That would be lame. I was gonna get you a car. Preferences?”
Sebastian
Holy hell.
I’d not been prepared for this.
Jesus, was she even wearing a bra?
I reminded myself that my grandmother was in that house and I couldn’t walk inside with a boner. But fuuuck. Her legs looked endless, and those tits … Goddamn.
“Wow,” I said after eye-fucking her in silence for a touch too long. “You’re gorgeous.”
A slight blush touched her cheeks, and I bit the inside of my jaw hard enough to snap me out of it. That wasn’t a real blush. This wasn’t a real date. And this female was not what she appeared to be.
The black-and-silver dress clung to her tits and small waist, then flared, hitting just a couple of inches past her ass. The heels were enough to make a man sweat when paired with those legs.
Snap out of it! I was looking again.
“Thanks,” she said. “You’re rather jaw-dropping yourself.” Then, she glanced back. “Do you want to go and say goodbye? Your Maeme has my Grams’s full attention right now. I’m not sure we should interrupt.”
I held out my hand. “Then, we won’t,” I said.
She slipped her palm over mine, then stepped out onto the crumbling porch. I didn’t want her breaking either leg in those heels, so I held on to her until we were safely on the cracked sidewalk.
“I can’t believe you sent your Maeme to come stay with Grams.”
I glanced at her and smirked. “She was happy to. I told you I’d handle it.”
A soft laugh fell from her shiny pink lips. “Well, I guess I hadn’t expected that. I figured you meant Dad when you said you’d handle it. And he’s already gone to Miller’s.”
I wouldn’t trust her father to stay with her Grams for five minutes.
I shook my head. “No. I met him last night,” I replied.
She dropped her gaze to the grass. “Yeah,” was her response.
I took her elbow to steady her as she stepped over the broken concrete that was sticking up just before we reached the driveway. She gave me a small smile, but the shyness in her expression confused me. Was that part of the act?
When we reached the passenger side, I opened the door for her. The short dress rode up her thighs even further, and my eyes locked on the exposed golden skin longer than necessary. Closing the door, I mentally scolded myself as I went to get in the driver’s side. Briar had helped me with my idea, and it was a pretty damn good one. This date was going to win her over, and I’d be locked into her life. Trusted with secrets. Hopefully.