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“If only a hot lunch was all it took these days,” Amory replied teasingly.
I opened up the refrigerator to get the last piece of pizza out to heat up. I needed to go get some more food tonight. I hadn’t been by Rise and Dine in a week. Anya could probably hook me up with the leftovers this afternoon.
“It was more than the food, I assure you. Grams loved him so much that even though he died before she even turned sixty, she’s never looked at another man. We once had a neighbor, Mr. Burnswell. He had a thing for Grams. Brought flowers and chocolates over. When he had a good watermelon crop, he would bring us fresh ones all summer long. But not once did she give him more than athank you. Poor guy finally gave up.”
I placed the piece of pizza in the microwave and prayed it worked today. It had been struggling lately. Sometimes, it was fine, and other times, it wouldn’t stay on for longer than five seconds before cutting off. Due to it being difficult, I’d been using the oven for almost everything. It continued to cook, so it seemed that Amory’s luck was rubbing off.
“I thought she wanted pork chops,” he said.
I cut my eyes over to him. “We don’t have pork chops, and even if we did, she can’t chew them with her dentures.”
He raised his eyebrows slightly. “But she will forget she asked for one,” he guessed.
I nodded. “Yep.”
•Ten •
“I tried dating out of my league, and it didn’t end well.”
Sebastian
My phone rang, and I already knew who it was. I leaned up against the front of my car and answered it.
“Already miss me?” I asked.
“I didn’t say I needed groceries,” Royal snapped on the other end of the line.
I smiled. I wished like fuck I hadn’t reacted to her, but after today and all I’d witnessed, I knew there was a part of me that liked her. Even if she was a con artist.
“You didn’t have to. I saw the contents of your fridge.”
A deep sigh on the other end. “Amory, I’m not a charity case. I can buy food. I was going to get us dinner tonight.”
“With what? Your Vespa?” I asked, reminding her that we’d left it at school with two flat tires. It had new ones now and was currently being delivered to her house, but she didn’t know that yet.
“I would have figured it out,” she replied. “This is entirely too much food. There are twelve full bags. Twelve. I don’t know if we have room for all this. And the delivery guy said he couldn’t take it back.”
I glanced over at the door to the police station. “Guess you’ll have to find room for it then.”
She let out a frustrated growl.
“Come on now,” I replied. “It’s not so bad. There’s even an apple pie from the bakery in there. I figured you could tell your Grams she made it.”
A short laugh came through. “One afternoon with her, and you know all my secrets to handling her.”
She was pretty damn great with her grandmother. I’d not wanted to be impressed, but I had been. If she was involved in this shit, I didn’t think I could let her go down with them. That old lady needed her. Now, as for the son of a bitch I was about to get out of jail? They both could do without him. But unfortunately, we needed him free to fuck up so we could see who was behind the laced drugs.
“I’m a quick learner,” I told her.
“Someone else is at the door,” she said, sounding slightly miffed.
I heard her open it, and then a man spoke—the same one I’d talked to, who had changed her tires, then put it on his trailer to bring to her. She asked him who he was, and I wanted to laugh. He ignored the question and left her the keys, then told her to have a good day.
With the click of her door, I waited for her to say something first.
“My Vespa arrived. It miraculously has new tires and was dropped off, all free of charge. How odd,” she drawled.
“Seems you’ve got luck on your side today,” I told her. Although I felt a little guilty since we had been behind everything that had gone wrong today.
