Page 87 of Falling for my Brother's Best Friend

“Grandma?” Savannah says and looks at me with the same unsure look I’m wearing.

“There you are.”

I glance at my watch. Eight o’clock. I thought elderly people went to bed early?

“We’ve been following you since downtown,” Savannah says.

Dori eyeballs me behind her granddaughter. “I knew that.”

She didn’t.

“The sheriff said you’re not to drive.”

She waves off Savannah, and I have a bad feeling we’re going to be the ones to drive her home. I could call her an Uber. The half hour it’d take to get her to Northern Lights and back does not sound as appealing as finally getting Sav naked in my bed.

“The polite thing to do is to ask me in,” Dori whispers to Savannah.

“This isn’t my house,” Savannah whispers back.

“Kind of is,” Dori says.

“Dori, would you like to come in for a coffee?” I ask loudly enough for them both to hear.

Her face lights up as she peers around her granddaughter. “How sweet of you, Liam. That would be nice.”

I groan. Savannah shoots me a look to say, “be nice,” but all I can think of is the many ways I’m going to make her scream my name tonight. Now I’m stuck having to make her grandma coffee. Weaving between them, I use my key and unlock the front door, heading directly into the kitchen.

“Am I interrupting something?” Dori asks Savannah, but not softly enough that I don’t hear her.

“No. It’s fine.”

I sigh, deciding to use my Keurig because it brews faster.

They sit at my kitchen table. No one ever sits at my kitchen table. Everyone sits at my breakfast bar. I don’t care except for the fact that choosing the kitchen table somehow makes it feel as though this won’t be a brief visit.

“Decaf please,” Dori says.

I switch the K-pod to decaf and start the brewing. “Sav?”

She shakes her head. “I’m good.”

She crosses her legs, and my eyes track every movement. I wish I’d have taken a little longer on the tattoo for my last client. Then maybe Dori would’ve come and left before we returned home and I’d already have Savannah naked, my mouth between her thighs.

“Do you guys want some privacy?” I ask, setting Dori’s coffee in front of her.

“No. You can join us.” She signals to the empty chair across from her, which I find humorous since we’re in my home. Classic Dori.

“Why are you risking jail time to drive over here? Wouldn’t a text have done the trick?” Savannah asks.

I slide my hand under the table to her thigh. She moves her hand over mine, digging her nails into the top of my hand.

“I wanted to check in on the library gala. The votes are tallied, but I wanted to know how many tables we’ve sold so far.”

Savannah glances at me. All our previous conversations about the gala have been at Bailey Timber. It’s Friday night.

“I thought we were going to talk about that on Tuesday when Liam comes to the office?” Savannah asks.

“Well, I thought it might be worth checking in early,” Dori says, sipping her coffee with an innocent bat of her eyes.

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