down and clicked on the screen with one finger, and then clicked again, and again.
Beth mouthed something to Char; she couldn’t make it out.
The waiter dropped off the shots just as Grandma jerked back and clapped. “I knew it!”
Beth seemed to be in a trance as she watched Grandma clap her hands and thrust her phone into the air. “He’ll be here soon.”
“
Who
are you again?” Beth asked.
“I’m Grandma.” This was stated so normally, so factually, that Char had to hand it to Grandma. I mean, was there any other way to describe the woman? Saying “I’m Grandma” must have covered a multitude of sins. “Cheers.” Grandma reached for a shot and lifted it into the air then eyed both Char and Beth.
Taking a big gulp of water, Char reached for the shot and lifted it into the air with Grandma.
“A toast,” Grandma said. “To singing at my grandson’s wedding!”
“Sure.” Beth clinked her glass with Grandma’s. “I’ll drink to that.”
Char shrugged and took the shot. Just as Jake walked into the restaurant and made a beeline for their table.
Char was no stranger to shots—not at all. But for some reason the way Jake’s distressed jeans hugged his muscular thighs did something to her. The tequila burned all the way down and then threatened to come back up, especially when he winked in her direction and leaned down to kiss his grandmother on the cheek.
Char coughed.
Beth sighed.
Char kicked her sister underneath the table.
And Grandma ordered more shots.
“Um.” Char laughed nervously. “Are we celebrating anything?”
“Ladies’ night!” Grandma announced, shaking her chest back and forth in glee.
Jake looked away and blushed.
Strange that a man who had no morals actually knew how to blush?
“But Jake’s here.” Char pointed to the sinfully wonderful-smelling man and prayed he’d lean in just a bit closer so she could feel the heat radiating off his body without looking like a lunatic in heat.
Grandma looked her grandson up and down. “He doesn’t count.”
“Thanks, Grandma.” Jake said tightly.
“Hi. I’m Beth.” Char’s sister reached across the table to shake Jake’s hand. “I would have said hi to you on the plane but you were all swollen.”
“Thanks for the reminder.”
“Any time.” She winked. “Welcome to girls’ night.”
“Famous last words, I’m sure.” Jake took her hand in his and shook it, then turned to his grandmother. “Okay, so by the looks of your outfit, you didn’t get run over by a truck, nor are you suffering from a concussion or scarlet fever—that was a new one, by the way. “Jake directed the last part to Char. “Usually she saves the rare diseases for someone more gullible, like my brother.” He turned back to Grandma. “What gives?”
Grandma held up her finger and then began digging in her giant purse.
Jake swore. “I’m sure there are lost children in that purse. Can you just tell us so we don’t have to wait?”
Grandma shushed him.
Jake took two shots off the table and downed them.
Char patted him on the back, poor guy. She did truly have half a mind to feel sorry for him. Grandma would drive anyone to drink excessively.
“Here it is!” Grandma pulled out a slip of paper and with a shaky hand began reading it. “You both still need to complete a few of the things on the list I gave you earlier, by the way.” She dropped the list onto the table. “Where is it?”
She dug around her purse again and pulled out a pair of diamond-encrusted reading glasses.
“Your mind?” Jake asked. “Maybe it’s in your purse.”
Beth cleared her throat to hide her laugh.
“No, you ass,” Grandma seethed.
Char ordered more drinks. Cursing. Not good.
“The list I gave you and Char this morning! It had all those tasks on it for you to complete for the wedding. Where is it?”
“In the car,” Jake said, just as Char said, “We lost it.”
They glared at one another.
“I’ll just be—” Beth rose
Beth mouthed something to Char; she couldn’t make it out.
The waiter dropped off the shots just as Grandma jerked back and clapped. “I knew it!”
Beth seemed to be in a trance as she watched Grandma clap her hands and thrust her phone into the air. “He’ll be here soon.”
“
Who
are you again?” Beth asked.
“I’m Grandma.” This was stated so normally, so factually, that Char had to hand it to Grandma. I mean, was there any other way to describe the woman? Saying “I’m Grandma” must have covered a multitude of sins. “Cheers.” Grandma reached for a shot and lifted it into the air then eyed both Char and Beth.
Taking a big gulp of water, Char reached for the shot and lifted it into the air with Grandma.
“A toast,” Grandma said. “To singing at my grandson’s wedding!”
“Sure.” Beth clinked her glass with Grandma’s. “I’ll drink to that.”
Char shrugged and took the shot. Just as Jake walked into the restaurant and made a beeline for their table.
Char was no stranger to shots—not at all. But for some reason the way Jake’s distressed jeans hugged his muscular thighs did something to her. The tequila burned all the way down and then threatened to come back up, especially when he winked in her direction and leaned down to kiss his grandmother on the cheek.
Char coughed.
Beth sighed.
Char kicked her sister underneath the table.
And Grandma ordered more shots.
“Um.” Char laughed nervously. “Are we celebrating anything?”
“Ladies’ night!” Grandma announced, shaking her chest back and forth in glee.
Jake looked away and blushed.
Strange that a man who had no morals actually knew how to blush?
“But Jake’s here.” Char pointed to the sinfully wonderful-smelling man and prayed he’d lean in just a bit closer so she could feel the heat radiating off his body without looking like a lunatic in heat.
Grandma looked her grandson up and down. “He doesn’t count.”
“Thanks, Grandma.” Jake said tightly.
“Hi. I’m Beth.” Char’s sister reached across the table to shake Jake’s hand. “I would have said hi to you on the plane but you were all swollen.”
“Thanks for the reminder.”
“Any time.” She winked. “Welcome to girls’ night.”
“Famous last words, I’m sure.” Jake took her hand in his and shook it, then turned to his grandmother. “Okay, so by the looks of your outfit, you didn’t get run over by a truck, nor are you suffering from a concussion or scarlet fever—that was a new one, by the way. “Jake directed the last part to Char. “Usually she saves the rare diseases for someone more gullible, like my brother.” He turned back to Grandma. “What gives?”
Grandma held up her finger and then began digging in her giant purse.
Jake swore. “I’m sure there are lost children in that purse. Can you just tell us so we don’t have to wait?”
Grandma shushed him.
Jake took two shots off the table and downed them.
Char patted him on the back, poor guy. She did truly have half a mind to feel sorry for him. Grandma would drive anyone to drink excessively.
“Here it is!” Grandma pulled out a slip of paper and with a shaky hand began reading it. “You both still need to complete a few of the things on the list I gave you earlier, by the way.” She dropped the list onto the table. “Where is it?”
She dug around her purse again and pulled out a pair of diamond-encrusted reading glasses.
“Your mind?” Jake asked. “Maybe it’s in your purse.”
Beth cleared her throat to hide her laugh.
“No, you ass,” Grandma seethed.
Char ordered more drinks. Cursing. Not good.
“The list I gave you and Char this morning! It had all those tasks on it for you to complete for the wedding. Where is it?”
“In the car,” Jake said, just as Char said, “We lost it.”
They glared at one another.
“I’ll just be—” Beth rose
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