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“Oh, pishposh,” she smiled at him. “I’m just excited to see a man-candy like you coming up to see little old me. Speaking of which,” she turned to me. “Maybe we can bring this dreamboat with us to the mall? Pretty please?”
I looked at Grandma with a bit of exasperation then turned to Oliver. “If you’re not busy, maybe you could join us?”
He grinned. “Sure. I’m never busy here in Georgetown. I’m just enjoying life here while I can!”
“Goody!” Grandma Margaret clapped her hands excitedly.
“Yes, but you have to take your wheelchair this time, Grandma,” I reminded here. “We can’t risk your blood pressure going unstable in the mall.”
“I was hoping you’d forget that,” she grumbled.
Oliver shook his head. “Amanda’s got a pretty sharp memory so good luck on that one, Grandma.”
In the end, Grandma had to concede and we loaded her wheelchair into the back of the car. Oliver ran over to help me after he helped Grandma in, when our hands touched for the briefest moment. I felt something like a soft tingle shooting from that finger and my eyes quickly flew up to find Oliver looking at me so intently, it seemed he would devour me with his gaze. I found myself drowning in those twin chocolate pools, my own eyes fluttering close as I leaned in closer.
When our lips touched, I felt the fireworks go off beneath my eyelids and my brain shut down. All that mattered was Oliver and this moment and this kiss between us that seemed to spark my very soul.
His lips slid insistently over mine and I surrendered to his claiming, wrapping my arms around his neck as I pressed myself closer to him.
I moaned a little as his tongue touched mine tentatively when a loud, persistent honking snapped us back to the present. We jumped apart like we had been electrocuted and I looked on in horror to find that Grandma’s wheelchair had rolled down into the middle of the street, right in front of the car honking its horn.
I had forgotten to lock the wheels!I realized in horror.
I flushed in embarrassment as Oliver ran after it, scratching the back of his head in that gesture he had retained from since he was young, winking at the driver in apology.
He jogged back to me, pushing the wheelchair in front of him. This time, I remembered to lock the wheels and we managed to load it up in the car without mishaps.
“What took you so long?” Grandma complained when we finally slid into our seats in front of the car. I could see a slight redness creeping up Oliver’s neck, even as he tried to keep his eyes on the road.
“I needed a bit of help with the wheelchair, Grandma,” I explained.But I also went on a detour. Then thewheelchairwent on a detour.
I wanted to sink in my seat in embarrassment.
“Oh…You needed a bit of help with your pee hair?” she repeated in confusion, her voice louder than usual.
“What the—” Oliver burst out.
I turned around in horror only to find my suspicions confirmed—Grandma Margaret was not wearing her hearing aid!
“Grandma is not wearing her hearing aid,” I muttered weakly. “She must have left them as we were getting ready earlier.”
“You think we should go back and get them?” he asked me.
I shook my head. “We’re already close to the mall now and it’s time for lunch. If we went back, Grandma would be quite hungry and she needs to be able to eat on time.”
He nodded in agreement. “I mean, what could go wrong with both of us there with her, right?”
Oh, you have no idea!I thought to myself.I really should’ve made sure Grandma had her hearing aid when we left the house!
When we reached the mall, we unloaded the wheelchair and helped Grandma Margaret to it. We were just discussing where we wanted to go for lunch when I noticed that Oliver looked a bit surprised. I immediately followed his line of vision and found him staring at a couple, probably in their fifties, who were dressed in matching colors.
The woman had her hair perfectly pulled back into an elegant bun at the nape of her neck and was dressed in a modest green dress. The man was dressed in a button-down that matched her dress perfectly, tucked into his khaki trousers.
They looked like the kind you would find volunteering at church and handing out fliers.
What could Oliver possibly have to do with the both of them?I wondered.
I had no time to ponder on the fact, though, because Oliver immediately took over pushing the wheelchair for me. I looked up at him in surprise but he just shook his head.
