I see Charly freeze the instant my mom’s arms go around her, and then she slowly puts her one free arm around my mom, hugging her back.
I know Charly has issues with hugging. I don’t know where it comes from. Maybe it’s from a lack of affection growing up; she told me her grandmother wasn’t that loving. I’m not going to question her about it. She’ll tell me if she wants to. But that’s why I make sure to hug her as often as possible—for all the years she wasn’t hugged.
“Where are Gran, Meg, and Sasha?” I ask Mom.
“Meg’s in town, running some errands. She’ll be back soon. Sasha’s out back, and your gran is in the kitchen.”
“No, I’m not. I’m here.”
I turn at the sound of my grandma’s voice.
I love all of my family, but my gran is just that little bit more special. She’s impossible not to adore. She’s outspoken, a bit crazy, and fucking awesome. Kind of like Charly.
“Hey, Gran.” I go over and kiss her cheek.
“I’ll go let Sasha know you’re here,” my mom says before disappearing off.
“I’m going back to work,” my dad tells us.
I watch him go out the front door, and I’m just about to introduce Charly to my grandma, but I don’t get a chance.
“So, Charly, are you sleeping with my grandson?”
My head snaps back to Gran. “Jesus Christ, Gran!”
“Don’t curse, Vaughn Anthony West.” She directs a look my way. “And how many times have I told you to call me Phoebe? Calling me Gran makes me sound old.”
“You are old. You’re eighty. You’ve got three grandkids and four great-grandkids.”
“And I would have five great-grandkids if you’d get your ass in gear and give me a grandson who’ll carry on your granddaddy’s name.”
I groan, rolling my eyes. Like I haven’t heard that before.
“And,” she emphasizes, “you’re as old as the man you’re feeling, so according to that, I’m seventy.”
“Jesus.” I groan briefly, closing my eyes in disgust. “I just threw up in my mouth.”
She rolls her eyes at me. My eighty-year-old grandmother rolls her eyes at me.
Charly laughs.
“So, are you sleeping with my grandson?” she asks Charly again.
Charly glances at me and then looks at my grandma. “Define sleeping,” she says with a curve of her lips.
My eyes nearly bug out of my head. Just when I think I’ve got Charly pegged, she does something to surprise me.
My grandma hoots out a laugh. “I like this girl, Vaughn. I think we should keep her. Now, come get a drink with me, honey. Do you like Long Island iced teas? Because I just learned how to make them. I bought this cocktail-making kit, and I’ve been making all the cocktails from the book that came with it.”
“How far through the book are you?” Charly asks her.
“Oh, I’ve already made them all. I’m on my second trip through it.”
Charly giggles, and my gran laughs.
And I watch them walk away. Charly tosses me a smile over her shoulder before disappearing into the kitchen with Gran and Jester at her heel. I’m left wondering what the hell just happened and why exactly I am turned on right now.
You’re a sick man, West. A sick, sick man.
I follow them into the kitchen. Gran already has a cocktail in Charly’s hand, and she’s finally put the garment bag down, hanging it over the back of one of the kitchen stools at the breakfast bar.
I watch her take a sip.
“Ooh, this is really good,” she tells my gran. “Try this, Vaughn. It’s delicious.”
She hands me the glass, and I take a sip. She’s right; it’s good.
“You’ll have to get a job as a bartender, Gran,” I tell her.
She pours me out a glass and hands it over. Apparently, we’re drinking early today in the West household.
“You’re here! Can I see?” Sasha comes bursting into the kitchen from the back door, advancing on Charly like she’s known her forever.
My family is a friendly bunch.
“Sasha?” Charly checks.
“And you’re Charly! God, Mom was right. You’re gorgeous! What are you doing with my little dweeb of a brother?”
“Dweeb? Um, what the fuck?” I frown.
“Language!” my mom and gran scold at the same time.
“Sorry,” I mutter. “But, um, Glamour’s Hottest Guy of 2016 right here,” I say to Sasha, pointing a finger at myself.
She ignores me and turns back to Charly. “A stunner like you could pull Brad Pitt.”
“Brad Pitt’s old!” I scoff. “He’s well over fifty.”
Amazing actor though.
Sasha throws me a dirty look. “Brad Pitt is hot. He’s a hot older man. No way will you look that good when you’re fifty.”
“Love you, too, sis.” I scratch my forehead with my middle finger.
“Right back at you, bro.” She sticks her tongue out at me, and then she comes over and hugs me. “I missed your ugly face,” she tells me, patting my cheek as she lets me go.
Then, she’s back to Charly, who looks like she’s just been hit by a whirlwind. Well, she has. Whirlwind Sasha. Wait until she meets Meg. Meg is like Santa on ecstasy.
“My dress is in here?”
“It is.” Charly smiles. “Do you want to try it on now and make sure everything is okay for you? And, if any more alterations are needed, I can do them tonight.”
“You’re the best.” Sasha picks up the garment bag. “Will you come upstairs with me? Help me get into it?”
“Sure,” Charly says, following her out of the kitchen, giving me a smile before she goes.
“I love your hair,” I hear Sasha saying to her. “I’ve been thinking about getting some color put in my hair, but I don’t know if I’m too old.”
“How old are you, if you don’t mind me asking?” I hear Charly ask.
“Thirty-five,” Sasha groans, her voice trailing off as they head upstairs.
A cell phone starts to ring.
“Ooh, that’s me,” Gran says, picking up her phone and disappearing out of the kitchen.
I suspiciously eye her. I wonder if that’s her boy toy on the phone.
It’s weird, Gran having a boyfriend. She’s not had anyone since my granddad passed ten years ago.
“Charly seems really nice,” my mom says.
“Yeah, she is.” I sit up on a stool and start picking at the grapes in the fruit bowl. I pop one in my mouth and chew.
“And so damn pretty,” my mom adds.
“Yeah.” I smile.
She’s more than pretty. She’s beautiful. Stunning.
“So, you guys are dating?”
“Mmhmm.”
“Well, she must be good for you. You look a lot better than the last time I saw you. You look happy.”
My mom…well, my whole family was worried about how I was dealing with Cain’s betrayal, which obviously wasn’t well.
“I was hurting back than. I needed to get it out of my system.”
“And it’s out now?” she checks.
“Yep.” I put another grape in my mouth.
“Good.”
I watch my mother move around the kitchen, chopping up vegetables, which I’m assuming are for tonight’s dinner.
“So, you brought Charly home; that’s a first,” she says.
I was wondering how long it was going to take her.
“She must be special.”
“She is. But don’t go getting carried away, Mom.”