He nodded. “It can be, but there’s one thing I can tell you for sure.”
“What?” I inquired.
“Whenever Gran asks us to her house, they’ll do their very best to figure us out.”
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Nick
––––––––
Gran’s invitation came much faster than expected. She asked us all to her place the following weekend.
On Saturday, we arrived early, but even so, I’d spotted enough cars to know that at least half the family was already here. The twins were excited when we told them we were going to see my grandparents. The second I opened the door to the house, they barreled inside.
“Guys, you don’t know where to go. Wait a bit,” Allison called after them.
But she needn’t have to because Gran came out into the hallway, and the twins hugged her legs tightly.
“Welcome!” she exclaimed.
Allison and I had decided to tease the family today. We weren’t going to hide that we were together, but we weren’t going to make it easy for them either.
“Allison, darling, welcome to our home,” Gran added.
“It’s so cozy,” Allison said.
As Gran led us inside, she asked me, “Did you live here at all?”
“No, I didn’t. My half brothers moved in with them after their mother passed away. We lived in Maine with Mom until college.”
“Got it. So... are we still on with our original plan?” she asked, wiggling her eyebrows.
“We’re on. But it might come back to bite us.”
She jerked her head back. “What do you mean? How?”
“I can never say how or when, but it’s a definite possibility with the family.”
“Hmm. So, no PDA?”
I tilted closer. “If we can help it.”
She bit her lower lip. “That’s just the thing. I don’t think I can.”
“I don’t think I can either.” My voice was more of a growl. I cupped the side of her neck with one hand, putting my thumb just behind her ear. She tilted her head into it. “Or I could just kiss you right now and everyone would know.”
Her eyes widened a bit as she licked her lower lip. “How would they know? No one’s here.”
“Trust me. Another rule in this house: if we do something they want to see, someone will see it through walls.”
We started to laugh.
As if on cue, we heard footsteps. I let her go and winked at her. Over these past few weeks, she’d changed a lot. She was relaxed and smiled more. And yeah, I was taking all the credit for that.
Penny and Meredith appeared in the entrance hall.
“Hurry, you two,” Meredith said, looking intently at us as if she was trying to decipher something. “Otherwise, the first tray of finger foods will be gone, and I don’t think the catering company brought any more quiches. They’re to die for.”