Page 93 of Fall For Me
I pull it out and glance down at the screen.
Unknown number
My new number. Come here tomorrow.
I press the call button, then put the phone on speaker. It rings a few times, and just as I’m about to hang up, the ringing stops, then I hear a huff on the other end.
“Aiden! How do you work this damn thing?”
“Let me see it,” Aiden says. “You’re already connected.”
“Oh.”
“Hi, Granny,” I say as Sean’s shoulders shake in laughter.
Pulling his phone back out of his pocket, he enters the passcode then unblocks Granny’s number.
“We don’t need a damn babysitter, but since the boys think we do, can ya come over here tomorrow? I have shit to do.”
“I think her hip hurts,” Aiden says.
“It does not. Now, shush yer mouth, boy. Anyway, can Sean drop you off tomorrow?”
“Why are we watching this? I can’t understand a damn word they’re saying?” Granny asks, rocking back and forth in the new rocking chair Aiden bought her a week ago.
Completely immersed in the show, I shove a handful of popcorn into my mouth. “I can’t really understand them either, but I have thistheory that if you immerse yourself in something long enough, things will begin to click.”
“Hmm.”
“What was that?” I ask, casting a glance her way.
“I didn’t say a damn thing.”
Rolling my eyes, I look back at the TV. “You didn’t have to. You know you’ve never been one to filter your mouth. If you have something to say, stop beating around the bush and just say it.”
“I’m beginnin’ to think yer a bit sassier than ya let on. I’m just hummin’ is all. Now tell me what’s going on here.”
“Okay, so this guy right here, Damien . . .” I point at the screen. “I think he was a detective or something in the past . . . anyway he’s on the run and protecting this girl . . . she’s the daughter of a woman he was in love with . . . anyway, you see this chick right here? That’s Agent Lazo. It’s about to be lights out for her.”
“How do you know that?”
“I learn best by watching and listening. I think I’m starting to catch on,” I say, grabbing another handful of popcorn.
“Kinda like you watched yer dad for twenty-some-odd years.”
I pause with the popcorn halfway to my mouth and gape at her. “Who’s being sassy now?”
“I’m not bein’ no such thing. I’m just sayin’ ya need to take that job is all.”
“I’m not good enough.”
“Says who?” she asks, leaning forward, curiosity marring her expression. “Because the way Aiden talks?—”
“Aiden says a lot of things, Granny. Doesn’t make them true.” I wave her off.
“Well, I don’t know a damn thing about hockey, but I know what I saw on the TV, and I could tell you knew what you were doing.”
“You only say that because you don’t know a thing about hockey. Now, shhhh. I need to pay attention,” I say with a mouthful.
