Then at Grammy.
Then back to Juliette.
“Well now,” Grammy said, sounding far too pleased with herself. “Do you two know one another?”
“No!” Juliette snapped.
“Yes.” I said at the same time.
My eyes travelled over her before I could stop them—
Paint-speckled arms, the curve of her hips, bare legs dusted with flecks of colour.
There was something grounding about her skin—rich brown with undertones of gold and rose. Like earth. Like warmth. Like life.
Life.
My gaze dropped to her stomach.
Wait—
Was she pregnant?
Rick’s voice echoed in my head.
“She won’t be single for long.”
Juliette Morgan was the new teacher.
And over my dead body would Rick or any other idiot take her out on a date.
“Have you updated your address on your driving licence yet?” I asked, tone clipped.
Her jaw dropped. “You dirty—”
“Ooooh, interesting,” Grammy murmured. “Don’t mind me, dear. Carry on.”
Juliette’s eyes snapped to her.
“Grammy, is this your grandson?”
Her voice was humming with fury and the threat of a homicide charge.
“I’ve grown fond of the girl. She’s almost like family.”
I sighed, dragging a hand down my face.
The weariness caught up with me all at once.
“Of course it makes sense,” Juliette said, shaking the roller like it was a weapon.
“You’re both walking, talking red flags. It runs in the family.”
“I’m innocent,” Grammy said, unbothered. Possibly glowing.
“Why don’t I drop you off at home, Grammy?” I said, turning toward her. “I’ll come back to help you… decorate,” I added, smirking at Juliette.
She narrowed her eyes.
