Page 29 of Summer People
“You did not just say that.” Eddy groans. “Especially in front of Lindsey.”
Wilder chuckles. “Like Lindsey gets it.”
His mom steps up behind him and whacks him on the back of the head. “Do not encourage your grandfather.”
“Ouch.” He runs a hand through his hair, but his face quickly splits into a grin. “But he’s life goals. I want to be just like him when I’m old.”
“We’re here,” Sutton calls out.
Lindsey lets out the kind of ear-piercing shriek only a three-year-old can make. Jesus, it’s going to be a long night.
Thirty minutes later, I’m proven right.
“Fisher, don’t be slipping her the sausage at the table.”
Eyes wide, Libby gapes at the plate of sausage and peppers I just passed to her, then blinks at Blue.
Eddy groans, Wilder laughs, and Mrs. K shakes her head. Mr. K has spent sixty years ignoring his father, so he’s got it down to a science.
“Why? Don’t you like sausage?” Sutton asks, blissfully ignorant to the innuendos constantly spilling out of Blue’s mouth.
“No, I love it,” Libby says quickly. Half a heartbeat later, her cheeks go pink. Maybe because she’s worried about hurting Mrs. K’s feelings, but more likely because of the double entendre.
Wilder waggles his brows at me. I glare back. I’m not going there. I absolutely can’t picture Libby on her knees in front of me. Her big blue eyes shining up at me as her lips part?—
Wilder barks a laugh so loud everyone around the table jumps.
Fucking hell.
Between Gramps and Wilder, this meal has gone off the rails.
We need a change of topic. “Talk about the dancing show,” I practically growl at my niece.
“Dancing with the Stars?” She shoots up in her chair.
Typically I dread listening to her go on and on about the voting and her theories, but I’m desperate.
“Oh my gosh,” Libby squeals. “I love Joey. I hope she wins.”
“Me too,” Sutton says. “She’s going to crush it tonight.”
“I really hope so.” Libby shrugs. “You’ll have to tell me how she does.”
Eddy tilts her head, studying Libby. “Do you have plans tonight?”
My chest goes uncomfortably tight. I feel like I’m on a roller coaster with the way my adrenaline has spiked over the last hour and a half.
I grit my teeth and ignore the sensation. We’ll be out of here by eight thirty, and since I’ve got a kid and a job to get back to, my night will be over. But I guess for a lot of people, the night only starts around that time. Especially people from Hollywood. I shake my head. I’ve been on this island too damn long.
“My cable and Wi-Fi aren’t working.”
“At all?” I ask.
Head lowered, she lets out a long sigh. “Nope.”
How? Her place has a satellite dish. We all do. That’s the only way we can watch anything out here. Dammit. I should have confirmed the dish was functioning correctly when I made sure the house was ready for her.
“You can watch with me,” Sutton offers. “Right, Fisher?” She smiles up at me.
