The Stranger Behind My Orgasm novel Chapter 279

Chapter 279: VACATION

Abigail

"Open up, Gramps,"

"I can feed myself," Gramps grumbled, though his right hand was shaking like a leaf in the wind. The stubborn man was trying to do everything himself now.

"Sure you can," I held the spoon to his lips firmly. We were seated on lounge chairs by the pool at another of Finnegan’s mansions. "And when you stop wearing more soup than you eat, I’ll let you try again. Open."

Meemaw cackled from her chair, taking a sip of her tea. "Listen to her, old man,"

"What is this conspiracy?" Gramps muttered. "And who are you calling old?"

He grudgingly opened his mouth and took the soup.

"There," I said. "Was that so terrible?"

"I feel less of a man. In my day, men didn’t let their granddaughters spoon-feed them like infants."

"In your day, men dropped dead of heart attacks at sixty because they were too proud to take their medicine," Meemaw shot back.

"Now hush and let my baby take care of you."

Angel sat cross-legged on the floor by the radiator, trying to help Meemaw sort her knitting yarn. "In your day, Gramps, did they even have electricity? Or was it all candlelight and dinosaur power?"

"Angel," I warned, but Meemaw was already wheezing with laughter.

"So full of sass. I can’t believe you got me another granddaughter just like you,"

"I was not full of sass," I protested.

"Oh please, Abby, it’s in our blood,"

Angel grinned at me, and that warm feeling in my chest? I had to admit I still wasn’t used to it.

Meemaw and Gramps had really bonded with Angel over the past few days. Her hand shot out, and she grabbed my ear between her thumb and forefinger, twisting it.

"Ow!" I yelped, trying to pull away but trapped by the chair. "Meemaw! What?!"

"Don’t you ever," she hissed, giving my ear another tug that made my eyes water, "ever put yourself in that kind of danger again. You hear me? You could have died. No more going after crazy criminals, or I will haunt you from my grave. Do you understand?"

"Yes! Yes, I understand! Let go of my ear, Meemaw,"

She held on for one more second, then released me and pressed a kiss to the top of my head. "Good. Now pass me those biscuits."

I rubbed my ear, gaping at her, while Angel dissolved into giggles on the floor.

"Remind me to never mess with your grandma,"

"You’re all traitors," I muttered, but I was smiling, passing the biscuit basket to Meemaw.

It was over. It was really, truly over. And we were all here, together.

"So anyway," Angel piped up, "I was thinking about what to pack for Saint Lucia. I really want to try paragliding, and I heard the cliffs there are perfect for beginners, and...."

I frowned. "Uh, what?"

Angel’s mouth snapped shut. Her eyes went wide.

"Nothing," she squeaked. "I said nothing. I definitely didn’t say Saint Lucia. Or paragliding. Or that we’re going anywhere. Because we’re not going anywhere. Obviously."

"Hi, Henry,"

"What is it?" Finnegan demanded, wrapping his arm around my waist. His thumb traced my jawline. "What’s wrong? Are you hurt? Is it your grandparents?"

"Nothing’s wrong," my lips curved into a smile I couldn’t suppress. "A little birdie told me about your surprise, Finnegan. Saint Lucia? Really?"

He groaned and dropped his forehead to mine. "Angel," he sighed. "I should have known. That girl cannot keep a secret to save her life."

"Apparently not," I agreed, grinning now.

"I had a whole plan," he complained, pulling back just enough to meet my eyes. "Candles, dinner, and a speech. I was going to be very romantic. Now you’ve ruined my grand gesture."

"Poor baby," I teased, my hands finding his chest, his waist, pulling him closer. "However will you survive? Is it okay, though? Can you... you know, with the financial issues Devin caused, I just want to be sure it’s not too much."

"I’m not going broke, if that’s what you’re asking," he teased. "I can afford it, love,"

I looped my arms around his neck, letting my fingers play in the hair at his nape. "I wasn’t worried about your bank account, Wolfe."

"No?" He raised an eyebrow, that arrogant, beautiful smirk tugging at his mouth. "What were you worried about, then?"

I leaned in, my voice dropping to a whisper.

"Whether you remembered to pack my sunscreen. I burn easily, you know. And if I’m going to be stranded on a private island with you for two weeks..."

I pulled back just enough to see his eyes darken.

"...you’re going to need to keep me very, very covered."