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“I don't know. I could probably name a few more,” she teases and unlocks her car. “Should I remind you of them in the car, Casanova?”

I practically growl at her.

I don’t need her to remind me of things I did that weren't smart. I know the list of things I did in the past is long.

“Okay, and then when you’re done, you can give me the list of reasons why you’re friends with someone who makes such poor choices.”

She huffs.

“That’s easy. It’s because you're a nice guy.”

I cringe.

A nice guy.

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* * *

“I told you I was waiting for my grandson to arrive before I made any decisions.”

I hear Grandma Betty halfway down the hall to her room.

Natalie lets out a small giggle next to me, and I pinch her side.

“I’ve missed her,” she whispers and then perks up. “Let me go in first.”

Now it’s my turn to laugh. “Go for it.”

Natalie takes a step in front of me, and my heart swells. If anyone cares for Grandma Betty as much as I do, it’s Nat.

Not to mention, I’m pretty sure Grandma Betty loves Natalie a little more than me.

It's a punch to the gut, but I don't blame her. I have no doubt that Natalie is going to brighten up her entire day.

As for me, that’s a different story. I know exactly what my grandmother is going to say to me.

“Knock, knock,” Natalie says and steps into the room.

“Ahhh! Oh, my dear! What are you doing here?”

“Umm, hello.” Natalie points around the room. “As if I could sit at home when you need me.”

Natalie leans down for a hug, and although my grandma is hugging her back, she’s shooting glares my way over Natalie's shoulder. Her eyes have a mix of emotions and questions. All of which I know I'll have to answer before I head back home in a few days.

“Where’s your fiancé?” Grandma gets right to it, but then she gasps before Natalie can answer. “Oh gosh, I didn't ruin your party, did I? I already told Tobias that he shouldn’t have left to come tend to me. There are doctors here who can do much more than he can.”

Natalie sits next to her and grabs her hand.

“I’m actually not getting married anymore.”

“What? What happened? Tobias, don't just stand in the doorway with your arms crossed. Why didn’t you tell me about this?”

“I didn’t know until this morning.”

“You drove all night?” Grandma asks, her worried eyes soaking up Natalie's face. “Let’s get you a coffee. The new coffee hut serves your favorite all year round.”

“I’ll get one on the way back.”