Josie tried to muster a retort, but Brandon wasn’t having any of it.
“Look, Josie,” he said with a dismissive wave of his hand, “you saved my life, and I’m just splashing a little cash. If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t be here to spend a dime, right?”
Josie was at a loss for words. Anything more she said would just seem ungrateful. “Grandpa Brandon, I’m sure you’ve got plenty of good years ahead.”
Brandon chuckled and nodded, “I’ll take that as a good omen from you, Josie. If I can stick around long enough to see Oliver tie the knot and cuddle my great-grandkids, that’s a life well-lived in my book.” He looked content, and his eyes twinkled as if he could already see this joyous future.
“Josie, when’s your family throwing you that graduation bash? You aced those exams. I bet your granddad’s over the moon.”
“I’m not into a big fuss,” Josie murmured. “Just a family dinner will do.”
“Don’t forget to send me an invite,” Brandon said with a smile. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”
“You’ll be on the guest list, Grandpa Brandon. That’s a promise.”
Brandon beamed at her, growing fonder of Josie by the minute, secretly wishing Oliver could just whisk her away right then.
Their pleasant chat was interrupted when one of Brandon’s old pals sauntered into the tea shop and spotted him. “Brandon, what brings you to this sugary joint? I thought sweets weren’t your thing.”
Brandon remained seated, grinning ear to ear. “I may not have a sweet tooth, but my granddaughter does.”
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