Page 10 of Putting Out
“Nope, I don’t guess it does. I don’t like it, either. But you know her. Not a peep. She sits more these days. I made a table for her so she could do her baking from a chair. She knits and reads. Of course she has me.”
He winked and she could see why Grams would have fallen for his Irish charm. Seamus O’Reilly knew how to bring it.
“How long are you staying?”
“I don’t know,” Reilly said. A week? A year? Until she figured out the answer to a question she hadn’t even asked herself yet.
“Well, let’s go in and see your Grams. She’ll be fussing knowing you’re here and she hasn’t had a chance to look you over yet.”
“Five bucks says she tells me I’m too skinny.”
“I may be a fool, but I’m no sucker.”
Reilly chuckled and followed him out of the barn and back to the house. It was good to be home.
