The bell on the door jingled as Grandma swept out of the shop, leaving Jake with a list in his hands and Char wondering if it was at all possible to kill a person by staring daggers into their back.
Chapter Nine
“Grandma’s up to something.” Kacey looked at the picture text from Grandma and sighed.
Travis snorted. “Since when isn’t she up to something? I almost feel sorry for Jake.”
At Kacey’s’ glare he put up his hands in front of him. “Easy, tiger, I’m just saying, Grandma can be relentless. I mean, she’s staying with him.”
“She fired him, too.”
“What?” Travis roared. “From Titus Enterprises? Can she do that?”
“Apparently.” Kacey shrugged and showed Travis the picture. “She’s also bent on playing matchmaker.”
Travis grabbed the phone and burst out laughing. “Is that Char?”
“Yup.”
“In a wedding dress.”
“Right.”
“And Jake behind her… staring?”
“Lusting,” Kacey corrected. “He’s lusting.”
“You can’t even see his face.”
“No.” Kacey snatched back the phone and pointed at Jake. “But his stance is all He-man.”
“Pardon?”
“You know.” Kacey nudged him. “He-man.”
“Are you speaking English?”
With a dramatic sigh, Kacey put her hands on her hips and showed Travis how Jake was standing. “You see what I mean? Guys only stand like this when they’re presenting, or he-manning. They take up as much space as they can to look bigger and more protective.”
Someone honked their horn at Kacey. She rolled her eyes and turned to glare at the car full of people. When she turned back around Travis had his hands on his hips, legs wide.
“Point proven.” Kacey pointed at Travis and laughed.
“Damn.” Travis rolled his eyes. “Doesn’t prove anything, and let’s be honest, if Jake wanted to date Char he could have dated her years ago. I mean, it’s not like she’s a stranger to our family. She practically grew up with all of us.”
Men. Kacey threw her head back and laughed. “Right, and you and I grew up together, yet we just reconnected and now we’re getting married. Growing up together doesn’t mean anything.”
“We gonna run or gossip about my whorish brother?” Travis smacked her butt and jogged past her.
“Remind me why I thought doing the soldier wedding workout was a good idea?”
“It was in one of those stupid magazines you’ve been collecting like squirrels collect nuts. I noticed the girl’s six pack, you bruised my arm—thanks for that by the way—and then you said you were going to be hotter for your wedding. Thus the current five-mile run that has me dreaming of a nice hot shower.”
Kacey fell into her stride next to him. “Whatever, and it’s not my fault you bruise like a peach.”
“Aw, baby… You know I don’t mind when they’re those kind of bruises.” He bit down on his lip and stopped running, pulling Kacey into his embrace. “I love you.”
Kacey scowled. “But what are we going to do about Grandma!”