Right Number, Wrong Girl

Debatable.

It was nice to know he had some sort of faith in me.

“If I were young and single, I’d sleep with Camilla,” Grandma said, moving Henry out of the way so she could make her tea.

“I don’t know how to respond to that,” I said, even though I couldn’t blame her.

“You missed out male,” Henry replied, pouring milk into his mug.

Grandma looked at him and deadpanned, “Who said I’d need a penis?”

Well.

That was a valid point.

My brother shook his head and sat down at the island. “Was she that drunk?” he asked me.

“No,” I replied with a little jerk of my head side to side. “But she’d had enough that there was no way I was comfortable letting her take herself home. They were a bit merry, that’s all.”

Very merry.

Enough to make bad decisions as far as Sophie was concerned.

“I’m miffed I wasn’t invited.” Grandma finished making her tea and poured a cup. “Where is Rupert? Why isn’t he pouring my tea?”

“He’s getting the drawing room ready for Mum’s meeting,” Henry said. “Mum’s faffing because she hasn’t been involved every step of the way, so I think Camilla’s in for a rough time.”

That was exactly what Sophie needed.

Mum in micromanage mode.

“I suppose I should make sure I’m there,” I replied, finally picking up my tea.

It was lukewarm.

Gross.

Henry eyed me. “Why would you need to be there?”

“Yes, Hugo.” Grandma grinned. “Why would you need to be there?”

The questions were asked in very different tones.

My brother’s was a sharp one that told me he didn’t like that I was offering my help, which meant he was clearly interested in Sophie.

Grandma was just her being her—insinuating there was something there.

Which was probably to equally rile both me and Henry.

“I helped her make some of those choice,” I replied, getting up. “And someone has to be there to talk Mum off the ledge when she sees Grandma’s meal, and we all know it won’t be Grandma.”

The woman in question cackled.

“My point,” I said, pouring my lukewarm tea down the sink and setting the mug on top of a dirty plate next to it. “Feel free to join me, Henry.”

“I’ll catch up with her after,” he grumbled.

Grandma’s eyes narrowed. “Are you interested in her?”