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“Huh,” I muttered, rubbing the back of my neck. “I don’t know, Granny. I know Pyro is building them a new home. Maybe an appliance?”

“A new home?” My grandmother grinned suspiciously.

“Granny,” I groaned. “You can’t buy them a new home.”

“Why not?”

“Because Pyro is building them their dream house.”

“Then I will pay it off. There. Wedding present settled. Now tell me why you have a car seat in your truck.”

Gulping, my head swiveled around so fast, I swore I gave myself whiplash.

Shit.

Charlie’s seat was in plain view.

“Uh... um... Granny, I can explain that,” I whispered, slowly turning around as I saw my grandmother narrow her eyes right before she disconnected the call.

“OH NO. NO. NO!” I shouted, hitting the callback button only for the call to go straight to voicemail. I knew my grandmother. If she thought for one second I was keeping something big from her, she wouldn’t let it go until she discovered the truth herself.

Which meant only one thing.

My granny was coming to Rosewood.

The last time Granny showed up in Rosewood was right after King, Gunner, and Pyro learned the truth about their sister Cassie and that she had a daughter. That wasn’t a good time, and everyone was thankful Granny stayed as long as she did.

Tired and needing sleep, I headed back to the clubhouse. I wasn’t looking forward to sleeping in my room tonight, but with no other place to go, it was either my nice warm bed or in my truck.

And it was too damn cold for that.

Unlocking my bedroom door, I entered to find the room exactly like I left it. Standing there, I scanned every corner, hoping that some memory would jump out at me to give me a clue who it was that I slept with that night.

It was really bugging me that I couldn’t figure it out.

Hearing a knock at my door, I opened it to find Henley smiling at me. “Hi, Frank. You ready?”

“Yep.” I nodded, walking over to my dresser and grabbing several DVDs I picked up from the library earlier today when Charlie and I were enjoying our time together in town. “I got us some good ones.”

“I can’t wait.”

Shutting my door behind me, I followed Henley downstairs, where several of the girls were waiting along with all of the kids.

Tonight was her bachelorette party, and since I was the best person, her chosen person, it was my job to make sure she had a fun night to remember.

Sitting in the media room with Henley beside me, I picked up the remote and asked, “Are you sure this is what you want? I mean, we could go into town or something. Maybe go bowl at the bowling alley?”

Reaching for the big bowl of popcorn, she placed it in her lap and shook her head. “Nope. This is perfect. Push play.”

“Alright,” I muttered, doing exactly as she asked.

Leaning back, I got comfortable as the movie started.

I had to admit I was excited to watch this movie. I heard Scribe talk about it when he was trying to talk some sense into Gunner, back when he and Sarah first got together. The movie sounded amazing and funny as hell, but I never found the time to watch it. But when Henley suggested we spend the night before her wedding chilling out while we watched movies, I thought this movie would be a good place to start.

I had several wedding movies lined up, from Father of the Bride to The Wedding Singer. But first, we were starting with Seven Brides for Seven Brothers.

A classic, from what I’ve been told.

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