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“How are things going with... your dating?” The word sounded foreign in this context, but I knew Gran was seeing someone, and I wanted to channel her attention onto something positive. Besides, we were all still waiting for her to introduce him to us.
“He’s a companion. But your grandfather was the love of my life. Nothing will change that.”
I didn’t say anything else after that.
When we arrived, I opened the car door for her, offering my arm. I drove an SUV, and she always struggled to get out of it.
Gran’s house was small, but she insisted it was all she needed. I went inside with her and checked the generator. It was in good shape, ready to kick in if necessary.
“If your power gets cut off, call me anyway, okay?” I asked.
“There’s no need to dote on me. I’m a grown woman.”
“I know, Gran. It’s formypeace of mind.”
She pointed at me. “I know what you’re doing. I taught you that trick. I might be an old hag, but my memory works just fine.”
I laughed, kissing her cheek before leaving her house. It was true that she’d taught me that tactic. As a teenager, I’d protested loudly whenever she wanted me to text my whereabouts, but she'd insisted it was for her peace of mind. I was a quick learner.
I arrived home forty minutes later and sprawled out on the couch. My penthouse was very different from Tate's place. It was modern and also eerily quiet. I'd grown up in a huge household, so quiet wasn't something I was used to. That was why, after dropping off Gran, I’d scheduled a call with Tim. My brothers were always making fun of me because I'd been a workaholic for years before selling the software company. It wasn’t that I necessarily wanted to be. I loved life, but it couldn't be avoided back then, and after the sale, I'd been on the verge of a burnout. I was going to pace myself better this time, but right now, in the early stages, I was too wound up to stop working.
Even though it was late, I took out my laptop. I opened Zoom and joined the meeting. Tim hadn’t entered the call yet.
I pulled up Facebook in a browser and searched for Bonnie Wilson.
It brought back three hundred results.
Fuck.
I looked closely at the pics, but none of them weremyBonnie. Some just had random objects as their profile picture, which didn't help.
I closed the window in frustration as Tim entered the chat. I wasn’t going to get to the bottom of my dolphin girl tonight.
Chapter Nine
Bonnie
