Isn’t that great?
It didn’t even take him a week once he came to his senses.
Now, the bad news. I don’t think we’ll be allowed in the stands for a long time. Shaw was completely unreasonable. Nothing I did could change his mind. (*wink)
I can’t wait to hear how the weekend goes. Nick may be playing it cool, but he’s very excited. Don’t tell him I told you, but this means a lot to him.
I have a shift at the hospital tonight, so I’ll be unavailable until tomorrow morning. And we have Brayden for the week, but call me when you can.
Xo
Bizzy
PS- I like Melanie. Let’s invite her to our next night out.
I finish reading with a smile on my face. Nick gives me a knowing look, and it’s obvious he’s aware of Claire and Mathis, too. I want to ask him more, but instead, I snuggle to his side and think about what Bizzy said. Nick’s excited to meet my family.
Now, I have butterflies for a completely different reason.
Chapter 18
Nick
“Keep Driving!” Grace hisses from the backseat angrily.
“Who is that?” Logan follows her orders and passes her parents’ home, which has several cars in the driveway.
“The red car belongs to that damn Mary Cobb! The others I don’t know.” As she speaks, her phone rings and she answers, immediately starting in on questions for her mom.
Logan glances over at me and rolls his eyes. “We’re going to Grandpa’s.”
Grace hangs up and huffs, sliding to the middle and leaning over the console. “Mama says they started showing up about thirty minutes ago. Mary Cobb orchestrated an ambush, showing up unannounced, with her bridge club in tow. They brought enough food to feed an army. She claimed she was being neighborly and trying to help out since this weekend is such a big deal. Now, she’s perched at the front window watching for us. Mama said she can’t get rid of them.”
“Good thing she doesn’t know our rental car,” he replies, annoyed. “Wonder how she planned this one.”
“I’ll tell you exactly how she planned it. She probably reviewed the latest flight schedule into Tallahassee. Then she calculated the time it takes to drive here. She and her cronies had an agenda. Mama is livid.”
“Why doesn’t she tell her to leave? Find an excuse to get them out of there?” I think about the times my own mom has had to get out of similar situations.
Grace’s eyes slice to mine, and I bite back a laugh. She’s riled up, and it’s hard to keep a straight face.
“Don’t forget my dad is the Mayor. Mama has to finesse this, but she promises they’ll be gone within the hour. She’ll meet us at Grandpa’s house.”
The more she talks, the more riled up she gets, and her voice transforms. A southern drawl becomes more and more distinct. It’s fucking sexy as hell, and I have to fight reaching over and hauling her into my lap.
The thought of hearing my name come from her lips with that accent, while I’m buried inside her tonight, makes my cock twitch in my shorts.
“We’re here!” She slides back as the car comes to a stop then gets out.
A mountain of a man leans against a porch column with his feet planted firm and his arms crossed. His eyes are focused right on me, as if he can see the dirty thoughts that were running through my mind.
Roy Monroe is nothing like I expected. When Grace has talked about her grandpa, she’s never mentioned he is a replica of Sam Elliot—Roadhouse style.
I come face to face with powerhouse men with the sole purpose of destroying me, but none of them come close to intimidating me as much as Grace’s grandpa.
And I’m not even out of the car yet.
“He’s not as bad as he appears, but he’s protective of Grace. Word of advice, show him she’s important,” Logan suggests.