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"Grandpa!"

"Granddaughter!"

The way he mimicks my tone makes me realize I'm acting just a little hysterical, and a rueful smile breaks over my lips despite everything.

Grandpa Paco has always been the type to make snap decisions, and if I'm being honest, I know I kinda sorta take after him as well. Things might be moving too fast, but should I make a fuss when said things are also moving in the direction I desire?

"Did I read the situation wrong, Maddy?"

The gruff concern in the old man's voice makes me sigh, and I tiptoe and place a kiss on his cheek. "No, you didn't."

"All I want is for you to be happy."

"I know." Even when there are times that he annoys me so, I've never once doubted how much he loves me.

"And you know..."

Grandpa's tone turns decidedly casual.

"I also think this young man of yours can make you happy."

"Oh, you do, do you?"

Grandpa grins. "Am I being too obvious?"

"Subtle as a sledgehammer, actually."

"But do you like him?"

I look into his eyes so he knows how serious I am. "I'm pretty sure I'm in love with him."

Chapter Seven

Mr. Mine raises a brow when he returns to my side and sees that Grandpa Paco is no longer around.

"He says I should ride with you."

"Good."

"You know he's matchmaking, right?" I hold my breath as soon as I say the words, but Mr. Mine appears unruffled.

"I'm glad he deems me suitable."

"It's more than that," I feel obliged to clarify, just to make sure that he's aware of the precarious position he's in. "Your bachelorhood is at risk, I'm afraid. My grandpa thinks you're quite the catch—-"

"That's because I am."

His words startle a laugh out of me, but it doesn't last long. There's something about this whole situation that doesn't feel completely right, but I can't quite put my finger on it.

"What's wrong?"

His voice is quiet, but it's the warmth in his tiger-gold eyes that makes me feel even more bewildered and unsettled. The stars have finally started to align for both of us, but instead of being grateful, here I am doing what I can to stir up a hornet's nest.

Mr. Mine is still looking at me, and I force a smile. "Sorry, I'm just being silly. I don't think there's anything wrong—-"

"And that's what's worrying you."

Oh, Mr. Mine.

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