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"I have not been worked up over him!" Emma objects.
I grin from ear to ear as her face burns bright red. Seems my little lamb has been telling tales about me to her grandma and aunt. Fuck. Why does that make me feel like a goddamn king?
"Whatever you say, dear." Gran pats her on the arm before turning back to me. "Are you staying for dinner? Or did she recruit you to babysit us like she did the neighbor? We might be convinced to behave for you, but it's not likely."
"I imagine the two of you behave just fine without a babysitter."
Emma snorts, letting me know that's absolutely not the case. Unless I miss my guess, they probably run circles around her. It's obvious that she adores them. It's equally as obvious that old age hasn't slowed them down any at all. She's got her hands full between the two of them and her job.
Shit. No wonder she's busy all the time. Poor lamb is probably exhausted.
"He's going to be here for a while, Gran," Emma says.
"Is he? Why?"
Emma looks at me, clearly at a loss how to explain my presence. I consider forcing the dating story, but decide to cut Emma a little slack. At least for the moment.
"I'm Emma's bodyguard."
"Her bodyguard?" Gran's brows climb toward her hairline. "Is that what you kids are calling it nowadays?"
"Gran!"
"Well, I'm just asking."
I fight a smile.
"I told you that he owns a private security firm with his brothers."
"Brothers? Do they look like him?"
"No. My brothers are hideous trolls," I lie without shame. Just in case they decide they don't like me and want to get one of them over here instead. "Mean, too."
Bets grins like she knows exactly what I'm doing, but she doesn't call me on my bullshit. She's an old lady after my heart.
"So you need a bodyguard now? I swear, you kids start hanging around someone famous, and suddenly, the whole world knows who you are. Doesn't anyone have any privacy anymore?" Gran complains. "Bets, remember that summer you spent on Teddy Wilkins's tour bus? No one bothered you."
"I'm not hanging around the Predators, Gran. Gray is our newest client." She turns wide eyes on Bets. "And why didn't I know you spent a summer touring with Teddy Wilkins?"
I don't know much about music, but everyone in Nashville knows Teddy Wilkins. The man was a legend and more rock n' roll than anyone in country music during his heyday. If Bets was on tour with the man, I'm guessing she's seen some things.
"You aren't old enough to hear that particular story, dear." Bets pats her hair, refusing to meet her niece's gaze.
"I'm twenty-three!"
"Yes, that's not nearly old enough," Gran says. "Ask her again in ten years."
Jesus. Emma wasn't kidding when she said they're feral. Watching them is like watching a ping pong match, only no one knows the rules, the score, or where the damn ball went.
"So what does being her bodyguard entail, sweet boy?" Gran asks me, changing the subject before Emma can object to being classified as too young to hear her aunt's exploits. Though, frankly, I thinkImay be too young to hear them.
"Routine shi…stuff," I amend quickly, trying to mind my manners. Ma would kick my ass for cursing in front of these two. "I'll be moving in while I update security around here and keep an eye on things."
"Moving in?" Emma wheels around to face me, her eyes wide. "You are not moving in."
"Yeah, I am, baby girl."
"I did not agree to this."
