No way. After Parker and Evan’s shenanigans, I can’t wait to see what Oma comes up with.
Opa
Don’t say I didn’t warn you.
One slice of pizza and several minutes later, there’s a knock on the door that has Julia and me sprinting to answer it. When I tug the knob, I look down and see a bowl of salad covered in Saran Wrap on the doormat.
And when I look up, I see Oma’s bare ass. Sneakers, socks, and absolutely nothing else as she sprints down the driveway faster than a woman her age has any business doing.
“Fuck you, Dick Wad,” she yells, flipping double birds at one of the cameras along the fence line. She shakes her shoulders. “You want titties? You got ’em!”
“Oh. My. God.” Julia wheezes beside me, palm slapped over her mouth.
Farther down the driveway, Opa watches her with hearts in his eyes, one hand over his stomach as laughter rips out of him.
She’s the only woman who’s made him laugh like that. And he’s the only man in the world who could have truly handled her antics.
None of this surprises me all that much.
With a chuckle and a soft smile, I glance down at Julia. “Welcome to the Brandt family, Jules.”
OFFICIAL MEMO
To:Richard Wadsworth
From:Teri Baker
Subject:Production Shutdown
Submitting my final memo for the record to show thatRomance Ranchfilming has concluded.
The show did not run to completion.
Legal has directed us to destroy all the footage we have collected over the past five weeks.
Despite the less-than-ideal outcome, it has been a pleasure to work on this show with you.
Sincerely,
Teri Baker
Story Producer
