@HockeyWivesUnite:Is that Connor Byrns? From the Avalanche? DEAD.
@GlitterandChaos:THE SHIMMY! I’m crying. This is iconic.
@RealElvisFan69:Elvis would be proud!
He eyes Gram in the rearview mirror with narrowed eyes. “Are you @RealElvisFan69?”
I spit out my drink all over the dashboard.
My husband doesn’t flinch. He’s still glaring at Gram in the mirror.
Wiping a hand over my mouth, I stare at him wide-eyed. “I didn’t even make the connection.”
Gram simply grins, looking content. “Calm down, sugarplum. You’re trending.”
I sigh, rubbing my hand over my forehead. “Dammit, Gram.”
Connor groans, banging his head lightly on the steering wheel. “We’re gonna be a meme, aren’t we?”
Gram winks. “There’s already a trending GIF of you with syrup on your face and ‘Pancake Daddy’ embroidered across your chest.”
Connor groans like he’s been shot.
I gasp as I lean over, looking at Gram’s bio. “Jesus! You have 42.6k followers?”
She grins. “I do now.”
Connor hits his head again, his groan echoing through the pink car.
I grab my phone, staring in awestruck horror at the page on my screen. “And your handle [email protected] bio says, ‘Chaos curator. Matchmaker. Sequin enthusiast.’ Which is just a polite way of saying you’re trouble wrapped in rhinestones.”
She grins so hard, I’m worried her dentures will fall out.
“Did you see the best part? Look at all the hearts my comment, ‘She SHIMMIED. IT’S OVER’ has.”
“Oh, fuck.” Connor leans back in the seat, looking as though he’s about to vomit. “My life is over.”
“You’re a hazard, Gram. A four-alarm fire.”
She raises her mimosa. “Compliment accepted, my dear.”
I blink at her, unable to speak.
Turning to my husband, I reach over and lace my fingers with his.
He stares ahead like he’s rethinking every life choice that led to this moment.
“We’ll survive this,” I whisper.
“Will we?” he mutters.
Gram just laughs. “You survived me. The internet’s nothing.”
54
CONNOR
The club is packed, the music is blasting, and the girls have taken over the dance floor.