Page 97 of Sweet Somethings

"I know that, but if I'm going to a dance, I'm not going with my grandson," he said roughly.

He grinned. "I admit you're not my choice of a date, either. We can meet there. Maybe we won't end up alone at the end of the night."

"You've got your eyes on Juliette," Vincent said with a gleam in his eyes.

"Hard not to," he admitted.

"She's a beauty," his grandfather agreed. "And spunky, too. Reminds me of your grandmother." He took a breath. "I don't want you to think I didn’t love your grandmother, because I did. We had a good life together. If she was alive, I'd be with her, and I'd be happy."

"I understand."

"Cici and I had a different story."

"It looks like your story might have another chapter."

"We'll see. I definitely have some things to think about."

He hoped his grandfather didn't think too long, didn't waste this moment in time, but it was up to him now. He'd done his part.

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