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I groan.

God only knows what she has in store for us.

48

CONNOR

Ishould’ve known breakfast wouldn’t be normal. Not when Gram’s involved.

Allie and I barely get dressed before she’s dragging us out of the hotel, practically vibrating with mischief.

We don’t even get to ask where we’re going.

She herds us into the pink Cadillac—yes, the same one she rented for us—and speeds off down the Vegas Strip like a woman on a mission.

Priscilla, that pink menace of a convertible, purrs like she’s excited for whatever mayhem is about to unfold. I swear I hear her judging me through the engine noise.

“Gram,” I say, white-knuckling the seat while holding my wife protectively, “are you sure you should be driving? Do you even have a license?”

She waves a hand, glancing back over her shoulder at us like she’s got a death wish. “You two are such buzzkills. License schmicense. Who needs one of those?”

Allie and I suck in a breath and clutch each other like it’s the end of time.

Dear God. We’re going to die.

When she finally turns her eyes back to the road, we exhale like we’ve just survived a plane crash.

“I’m your chauffeur. You two are newlyweds. You don’t need to be driving.” She eyes me in the rearview mirror. “Relax.”

My wife glares at me like this is somehow my fault. “This is on you.”

I frown. “How the hell is this my fault? She’s Ford’s Gram!”

Gram shoots me a look. “You’re my adopted grandson.” Her eyes soften as they land on Allie. “And you’re my granddaughter. It’s official.”

The car swerves. I mutter a curse. “Gram. Eyes on the road.”

She cackles. “Relax, sugarplum. I’ve got this.”

She swerves again—deliberately—making us both gasp.

Gram slaps the steering wheel, laughing. “You two are easy. Live a little!”

I mutter, “Or die a lot.”

Allie snorts, elbowing me. “Shhhh. Insulting her only makes it worse.”

She’s not wrong.

I try a new tactic. “I’m just along for the ride.”

Gram beams. “That’s the spirit, Hot Pants!”

“Is that my new nickname?”

“Oh, you’ve got a few. Menace-in-Law. Trouble-Maker McGee. Pancake Daddy?—”

“Oh my God,” Allie groans. “Can we not?”

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