Grandma Edith was like a stage actor flipping masks in an instant. Tears vanished as she beamed, “My dear granddaughter always treats me the best!”
Daniel, never missing a chance to chime in, shot back, “Well, after all that business with threatening to hang yourself, how could she not be nice to you? If you really went through with it, this apartment would turn into a haunted house overnight—there goes a few hundred grand down the drain. Even if Amelia didn’t care about you, she’d care about the money.”
Grandma Edith hurled her jump rope straight at his chest, then turned with a huff to link arms with Amelia, her mood flipping back to cheerful. “So, which room is mine?”
Daniel glanced around. The place was a sprawling, well-laid-out condo: three bedrooms, two living rooms, plus a nanny’s room. Even Grandma Edith had managed to claim a room, while his relationship with Amelia was still stuck in a frosty limbo where the ice hadn’t even started to crack.
He couldn’t say whether it was jealousy or just plain irritation. “If you love that rope so much, why don’t you just tie it between two chairs and sleep bouncing on it tonight?” he muttered.
Grandma Edith shot him a glare. Mr. Ethan Campbell, anxious to keep the peace, quickly dragged Daniel toward the door. “Amelia, please take care of her. I’ll have someone bring over her things and whatever she needs right away.”
If he didn’t get Daniel out of there soon, Ethan thought, Grandma Edith might just strangle them both before she ever got around to hanging herself.
Ashley made up the guest room, smoothing new sheets onto the bed. Grandma Edith, nimble as ever, slipped off her shoes and outer layers, slid into bed in one smooth motion, and smiled up at Amelia. “Goodnight, Amelia.”
Amelia hesitated. “…Goodnight.”
Well, this was typical of Grandma Edith—always chasing after something new. Maybe she’d get bored of this whole arrangement in a few days and ask to go back to the Campbell house.
He scowled at her obvious relief. What was that about? Did she really need to be on guard against him at every turn? The more he thought about it, the more it irked him.
Instead of giving her the bag, he stepped right into the apartment. “Why should I give it to you? I’ll give the medicine to Grandma myself.”
Amelia tried to block the doorway, but she was too slim to cover the whole entrance. Daniel brushed right past her, their shoulders barely grazing, leaving a faint trail of his cool, pine-scented cologne.
Amelia frowned. Daniel caught her expression and let out a mocking laugh. “What, you think you’re so irresistible that everyone wants an excuse to touch you? I’m only here for Grandma, trust me. Otherwise, I wouldn’t set foot in this place.”
Ashley emerged from the kitchen, a tray of steaming breakfast pastries in hand, just in time to catch Daniel’s last remark. She shook her head with a sigh. With a mouth like that, he’d be lucky if he ever managed to win his wife back.
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