“No,” Grammy said, setting her teacup down. “Take me to the club. I need to update the girls.”
“I’m locking the door,” Juliette said flatly, pointing the roller at me like a loaded shotgun.
“We need to have a chat,” I said, nodding to her stomach.
“No, we don’t.” Her tone was final.
But I wasn’t done. Not by a long shot.
Also, I had no idea how soon someone could even know if they were pregnant.
I’d need to do some research.
“I’ll be back.”
She glanced at my Grammy, lips pressing into a thin, furious line.
I chuckled.
Because I knew she was desperately holding onto her tongue.
Grammy was waiting for me, tapping her foot like a woman ready to start a war.
The second Juliette’s door slammed shut, she pounced.
“When did you meet her? Why is she so angry with you? Have you ruined this already? I really like this one.”
I held out my arm for her.
“Grammy, some things are not to be gossiped about. My life is one of them.”
She looped her hand through my arm, but her voice softened.
“You have to let it go, my boy.”
And that was when it hit me.
I hadn’t thought of Nadine once since the day I met Juliette.
She was definitely a witch.
Chapter 6
Juliette
There went my fresh new start in Farrow’s End. And I still didn’t even know his name. This is what happened when you ignored problems and hoped they’d just… disappear. I hovered by the bedroom window, watching him help Gramm—Mrs Mercer—into his truck. He wasn’t in uniform today.
I wasn’t sure if that was better or worse, because now he was wearing a skin-tight T-shirt and snug-fitting jeans. Apparently, the man didn’t own clothes that fit him properly.
We were complete opposites.
Jennifer always knew how to dress—expensive fabrics, effortless polish.
My family looked down on my cardigans and sensible skirts. Even my dad looked me over like he couldn’t quite believe I came from him.
And yet, here Mrs Mercer was, trying to set me up with her grandson without knowing we’d already met.
I sighed, shoulders slumping.
