Page 10 of Property of Grifter
“I am not,” she says, completely unbothered.“He does look like your grandfather.”
“Nana, Granddad was Irish.”
“So?”
“So, he was pale as a ghost, covered in freckles?—”
“That he was,” she agrees at once.“I used to love to use my tongue all over his body, playing connect the dots with those freckles.”
“Focus, Nana.Grandfather also had flaming red hair, green eyes, and was about five-nine.He looked nothing like Griffin,” I grumble.
Griffin takes a sip of his coffee, smirking.“I like it when you use my name, Georgie.”
I blink at him, wondering how my life turned completely upside down and I didn’t even notice it.
Nana waves a hand, getting our attention.“I was tryin’ to explain that it’s Griffy’s aura that makes him look like Patrick.”
“His aura?”I stare at her.“Nana, you don’t even know what an aura is.”
“Oh, I certainly do.”She leans in, whispering like she’s revealing state secrets.“It’s the reason I married your grandfather.His aura screamed BDE.”
I frown.“What on earth is BDE?”
Griffin shakes his head immediately.“You don’t want to ask that, darlin’,” he says, while choking on his laughter which keeps trying to take over.He’s enjoying this way too much, damn it.
“Oh yeah?”I huff, tired of watching Griffin enjoying himself at what seems my expense because my grandmother is on his side and not mine.“Well, Ididask her, and I want to know,” I huff, folding my arms and pinning them both with a stare designed to set them both on fire—unfortunately, it doesn’t work.“Nana, tell me what BDE is?”
She grins, eyes twinkling.“Big Dick Energy.”
“Oh my God,” I squeak, feeling mortified.My reaction gets to Griffin as he bursts out laughing, nearly spilling his coffee.I, on the other hand, want the earth to open up and swallow me whole.
“Nana!”I squeak.“You can’t say that!”
“Why not?It’s the truth.Your grandfather had it.All I’m sayin’ is that Griffy here does too.”
Griffin wipes at his mouth, still laughing.“Thanks for the compliment, Nana.I haven’t had any complaints at all.”
My grandmother beams at Griffin, acting as if the sun rises and set for him alone.“I bet you haven’t,” Nana flirts, patting his hand a little too much.Meanwhile, I’m debating if a judge will convict me if I choke my own grandmother.Griffin pushes back from the counter and stands, still chuckling.Then he leans down and—without warning—presses a soft kiss to my forehead.
“I hate to leave, sweetheart,” he murmurs.“But I have to go.”My heart does a full gymnastics routine inside my chest.His voice is all gravel and warmth, and I can feel the ghost of his breath against my skin.“You really shouldn’t be kissing me,” I manage to say, despite feeling short of breath.
He tugs gently at a loose strand of my hair, the corner of his mouth lifting.“You’re so damn cute.”
Nana, unhelpfully, chimes in, “You gonna confirm I read your aura right, Griffy?”
He winks.“Like I said, I haven’t had any complaints.”
“I bet you haven’t,” she says smugly.“I’ll get my Georgie to give me the details soon.You need to get on that.My girl has been sorely neglected by the gentlemen callers in this area.”
“I’ll be working very hard on that?—”
“Oh!”Nana cries, clapping her damn hands.“I see what you did there!”
Griffin laughs and I just hold my head down at this point.“Still, there needs to be an understanding that there will be no other men calling for Georgie.Just me.”
I cover my face.“Can we please finish breakfast without any more of this conversation?”
Griffin laughs, pulling me to him.“You just make sure you’re ready for our date tonight, Georgie.”
