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He clutched his chest. “You’re breaking the heart of this old man.”
“You should have dinner with your grandson, Your Grace,” I said quietly. “You always used to complain the two of you didn’t get enough time alone, so don’t be a grouch now.”
“You weren’t supposed to tell him that,” he grumbled.
“Whoops. I forgot,” I deadpanned.
Theodore coughed, covering up a laugh. “Gramps, let her have some time alone. She’s been working hard.”
Charles grunted. “I’m sure she has, looking after your miserable arse twenty-four-seven.”
“Grandfather.”
“Don’t you ‘grandfather’ me, you swine.”
“Would it kill you to not insult me for one conversation?”
“And this is exactly why I’m not having dinner with you,” I said brightly, switching my browser tab to TripAdvisor. “Now, since you have nothing better to do, why don’t you give me an idea of what to do with my day?”
Theodore glanced between his grandfather and me. “Why don’t you tour Buckey Manor?”
“Can I?”
Charles rubbed his chin. “That may be better once I’ve left—the household staff will be busy attending to me. I’ll ask them to show you around tomorrow.”
I scrunched up my nose. “You don’t need to do that.”
“I insist.” He reached across the table and patted my hand. “Theodore, take Chloe up to Buckley Manor at one p.m. tomorrow.”
“You don’t—”
Theodore held up a hand, slightly shaking his head. “You’re going to get the VIP treatment. Just roll with it.”
I clamped my lips together.
“I’ll take her.” He turned from me to his grandfather. “Now, how are you going to exploit me today?”
Charles grinned.
Well.
Better him than me.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN – THEO
A Questionable Wingman
“I see you’re trying your hardest to seduce her with your body.”
I stared at my grandfather across the coffee table. “Don’t ever say such a sentence again. I need to bleach my ears.”
“What other reasons do you have to wander about the cottage without a t-shirt on if not to seduce Chloe, my dear grandson?”
So, I was his ‘dear grandson’ now? I was a little swine earlier.
What a turncoat.
“I’m used to not wearing a shirt at home, so I forget to put one on sometimes.” I sat back on the sofa and dropped my head back on the cushions, looking up at the intricately moulded ceiling. “Why did you really come up here?”
