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"Not at all. I have your number now, remember? I can use it any time I want."

"I bet you will."Time to end this call before I combust."Good night, Cade."

"Good night."

Chapter Six

Cade

"Oh, you two are makingme so happy," Grandmother exclaimed the next Saturday.

We were all gathered at my grandparents’ house again, except for Colton. Jake and his fiancée, Natalie, had just informed us that they’d decided on a wedding date next summer, and Grandmother was over the moon.

"I do wish it was sooner than next summer, though," she continued.

"There's no pleasing you, is there, Grandmother?" Jake asked.

"I might croak before then. Neither I nor your grandfather are getting any younger."

There was a collective groan around the table.

"That’s a low blow," Spencer said. "You can't use the age card on us every time you want something."

"Yes, I can," Grandmother said, winking. "Besides, that means you won't give me any great-grandkids any time soon."

"That's a private matter," Jake said.

"You’ve been in New York for too long," I informed him. "Grandmother doesn't understand the meaning of the wordprivate."

"Oh, and the rest of you do?" Grandmother retaliated.

"She has a point," Grandfather said, backing her up as always. It was nice, though. I was grateful that we had an example in our lives of what a healthy relationship looked like.

"Okay, everyone. Dig in," Grandmother said.

I looked appreciatively at the table. It bugged me that she was still spending so much time in the kitchen when we got together. She definitely didn't have to cook so many meals, but she was determined to please everyone. Whenever I confronted her about it, she said they would have leftovers for the whole week after, which made sense, I supposed. But still, I didn't like the idea of her being on her feet for so many hours. She could more than afford a private chef, but Grandmother had never wanted any of that.

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