I stared at him with a blank expression. “Her brain will go foggy?”
“Yes. I’ve seen it happen plenty of times. A girl takes one look at you, and she goes all weak in the knees. You’re the classic charmer.”
I scoffed. “Well, I’m not sure who you’re talking about because I haven’t gotten laid in a while.”
“Crysti is always up for the task.”
Snarling my lip up at him, I shook my head. “Speaking of . . . you hook up with your favorite fuck buddy Rebecca lately?”
Jeff shook his head. “Nah. Haven’t been in the mood for her and her clingy ways.”
“I don’t know how Josh does it. How he can hop from bed to bed. That shit would get old for me.”
“Yeah well, I think there is more behind it than just Josh being a manwhore. He’s got deeper issues. Commitment fear maybe?”
I nodded and grabbed a water from the cooler. “Probably. I can see it in his eyes he wants something more.”
Jeff jumped up and sat on the tailgate. “I think that’s what scares him so much. The fact that he does want something more. The key is finding the someone for the something more.”
I held up my water to his, and we tapped them together. “Ain’t that the truth.” I sighed. “He won’t find her jumping from bed to bed.”
Jeff agreed. “No, but he’s having a hell of lot more fun than we are.”
“Yeah, the bastard sure is.”
“Drew, why don’t you and Jeff go into town and have a bit of fun?” Grams proposed as I stared down at the dominoes.
“I’m good, Grams.”
“Me too. I’m not really in the mood to go out,” Jeff added.
“Leave them alone, Emma. Can’t you see we’re buried in a deep game here?” Gramps said.
Grams rolled her eyes and huffed. “Fine. I’ll make up a batch of oatmeal chocolate chip cookies.”
Jeff groaned. “I’d live here for the rest of my life if I could.”
“You trying to steal my girl there, Jeff?” Gramps asked.
Holding up his hands in defense, Jeff chuckled. “No, sir. I would never dream of it.”
Grams headed off to the kitchen, and for some crazy reason, my mouth opened, and I started talking before I actually thought about what I was saying.
“When did you know Grams was the one?” I asked.
Jeff looked up at me and then directly to Gramps.
“The first time I laid my eyes on my Emma.” Gramps smiled wide. “Lord, she was a pretty little thing. I think the thing that struck me most was her smile. Maybe her eyes.”
Gramps closed his eyes. You could tell he was brought back to that moment.
“And you knew she was the one?” Jeff asked this time.
He looked back at Jeff. “I sure as hell did. Not sure if I wanted to admit it so much, but I knew she was it for me. The chase was fun.” He wiggled his brows.
Jeff and I both laughed.
“I can’t imagine Emma not giving in to your charms right away,” Jeff stated.