“Huh?”
“Most girls want to be the princess in the story. I want to be the fairy godmother.”
Was she drunk? Already?
“Okay.” Char squinted. “Well, all you need is a wand and some magic, and anything’s possible.”
“Got my wand, and all grandmas have magic.” She shrugged. “So, tell me about Jace.”
“He’s…” Char looked down the table. His blond hair was combed back, revealing perfect green eyes and a chiseled face. “Nice.”
Grandma sputtered with laughter. “Oh dear, that man is many things. ‘Nice’ would not be the word I would use to describe him. He’s damn sexy is what he is. A beast among men.”
“Grandma.” Char groaned. “Keep your voice down.”
“Well.” Grandma lifted her hands in the air. “All I’m saying is, that man could make a girl melt with just one stare.” As if hearing them, Jace looked at Grandma and winked. “Good Lord, I think I just experienced a mini-stroke.”
“Seriously?” Char reached for the elderly woman’s arm in panic.
“Well.” Grandma winked back at Jace. “If that was a stroke, I want another.”
Char felt her face heat.
“He doesn’t turn your clock?” Grandma asked.
Char choked on her wine and began coughing wildly as Grandma smacked her hard on the back. “Dear, drink slower. You’ll get a stain on that pretty yellow sundress.”
“Right. It was the wine that did it,” Char croaked. “Not the clock turning.”
“Well.” Grandma leaned forward and whispered. “What do you kids call it these days? Does he get you—”
“Grandma!” Char hissed. “Stop, just stop.” She covered her face with her hands in embarrassment. “He’s a nice guy, but not…” She was about to say ‘not Jake’ when he came in and sat at the end of the table. Her eyes betrayed her will as they greedily took in every damn plane of his perfect body. Jake leaned forward on the table, his forearms brushing against the flowers scattered around his plate. Oh, but if she were only a flower.
“I see,” Grandma said in a low voice. “He’s not my grandson.”
“What?” Char pulled her gaze from Jake and began twisting her hands in her lap.
“Jace.” Grandma pointed. “He could be two steps above Marlon Brando and you’d still look at him as if he were nothing but a stand-in.”
“Marlon Brando? Stand in?” Char smiled tightly but didn’t glance up at Grandma.
“For the one you really want.” Grandma placed her hand on Char’s, calming her down. A few diamond rings shone from her fingers as she continued to pat. “My grandson. You’re in love with him.”
“I’m—” But she couldn’t deny it so instead she met Grandma’s gaze and said, “Please don’t tell him.”
Jerking back, Grandma snorted. “Honey, if he don’t know you love him now, he’s an idiot. Then again, he is a man.” She looked in his direction and threw her hands in the air. “He looks miserable. Probably all the sex he’s not having.”
And there went Char’s racing heartbeat. Did Grandma just say ‘sex’ again? At the dinner table?
This time her words drew the attention of Travis and Kacey, who both gave her pleading looks as if to say please, no more embarrassing moments.
Pastor Jim choked on his wine, while the table fell silent.
Helpless, Char looked to Grandma.
“I was discussing Petunia.”
Oh no. Petunia stiffened across the table, and her eyes narrowed on Grandma as if she was the spawn of Satan. “I do not say such vulgar words.”
“No, you just knit and read dirty books.”
“Well, I never—”
“Don’t deny it.” Grandma swirled her wine in her glass. “I’ve seen those books firsthand. You aren’t as prudish as you let on, sister.”
Petunia’s lips pinched together as she looked around the table. “She’s clearly drunk.”
“Tell me, did Captain Jack find his way home with the slave girl? I haven’t gotten to that part yet, though I have to admit I’m very excited to see if they’re able to—”
“Grandma,” Travis warned.
She shrugged. “I was going to say ‘fall in love’.”
“My ass,” Jake muttered from the other side.
Petunia glared at Grandma. “You’re a heathen.”
“At least I’m not a heathen in hiding… Where’s your whip, Petunia?”
Char’s eyes widened.
Wescott chuckled. “Now let’s just calm down, everyone. We’re here to celebrate—”
“Probably with your red heels, you tattooed hussy!” Petunia screamed.
“I do like those heels,” Grandma said longingly.
“Oh look, dinner!” Bets said in a high-pitched voice. “Everyone, eat, eat!” She clapped and began piling food brought in by the waiters that came with the catering crew onto her plate.
“Oysters.” Grandma pointed to one of the buckets. “Eat up, Travis. You’ll need this tomorrow night.”
He cursed and looked to the sky. “And I was doing so well reining it in.”
“If that’s you reining it in, I’m a nun.” Grandma winked while Travis groaned and scooted away from Kacey.
“Oh look!” Bets pointed to the middle of the table. “We’re out of wine.”
“I’ll get some!” Travis shouted, pulling back from the table, his hand firmly grasping Kacey’s forearm.
Grandma calmly reached into her purse and pulled out a collar that looked a lot like the kind you’d put on a dog in order to shock it. “Sit down, Travis.”
With a curse he sat.
“I’ll uh, I’ll go.” Char rose from her seat.
“Me too.” This from Jace. “You may get lost in that wine cellar.”
“My hero,” she said dryly. Although he didn’t seem to care. His gaze was trained on Grandma. He nodded just once and then looked back at Char.
“Ready?” He offered his arm, ignoring her curious look altogether.
They walked in silence the rest of the way back to the house.
Chapter Forty-five
Jake was going to give them exactly five minutes alone before he burst into the wine cellar, guns blazing. He had just been about to offer to escort her when Jace rose from the other end of the table. Jace had exchanged a weird look with Grandma then left.
Eyes narrowing, Jake took a sip of wine and watched the door, waiting for their return. He checked his watch. Damn, it had only been thirty seconds.
“My, my.” Grandma pulled up a chair next to his. “I never thought I’d see the day.”
“Huh?” Jake flinched when a bird landed on the doorknob. Wow, how pathetic was he?
“You’ve chosen well.” Grandma sighed. “Why, I would have picked her myself, had I anything to do with matters. But my matchmaking days are over, as you well know.”
“Right.” Jake licked his lips and checked his watch again. A minute and a half. He was in Hell.
“… so I just need you to sign here.” A pen was forced into his hand. He barely glanced down at the paper and signed his name where Grandma’s hand was hovering, then handed the pen back to her. “Three minutes, Jake, it’s been barely three minutes. Not much can happen in three minutes. Well, except…” Grandma chuckled. “That one time your grandfather and I only had five minutes and you won’t believe the ways we—”
Jake jumped to his feet and stomped toward the house.
* * *
The Titus’ wine cellar was like something out of a magazine. There was a granite bar on one side of the room with leather stools lined up along it. They even had their own brand of beer, since brewing was one of Wescott’s hobbies. Wine bottles lined most of the walls. It could be like heaven. Even the company wasn’t so bad, except again, he wasn’t who she would have chosen. Maybe she just needed to be thankful.
“So.” Jace pulled a bottle out. “How about this one? A vintage merlot?”
“Sure.” Char couldn’t care less. Mindlessly she wandered toward the bar. A few framed pictures were scattered across the table top. One of them was of Jake and Travis as kids. Kacey was between them, kissing Jake on the cheek.
Kacey had always been where Char wanted to be.
Not that she’d ever been jealous enough to end their friendship, but with Kacey things had always been so easy.
“You okay?” Jace came up behind her and put his hands on her shoulders.
“Yeah.” Char tensed. “Why do you ask?”
“Because I’ve been talking to you for the past few minutes and you haven’t even made a sound. I swear I was worried you weren’t breathing.”
Laughter escaped her lips before she could stop it.
“There it is,” Jace whispered.
“What?” She turned around to face him.
“The laughter. I like the way you laugh. You don’t do it enough.”
Char licked her lips and leaned back against the bar. “It’s been a rough week. What can I say?”
Jace nodded. “I know.”
How could he possibly know? He didn’t even know her!
“Unrequited love isn’t for the weak.” He reached for the corkscrew and opened the wine, pouring her a small glass and one for himself. He lifted it into the air, clinking it against hers. “How are you holding up?”
“How do you even know—?”
Jace laughed. “I’m not stupid. But let me ask you one thing.” He took the wine from her hands and set it on the table.
“What?” His eyes were so clear and beautiful it was hard not to get lost in him.
“Do you think…?” He tucked her hair behind her ear and leaned his forehead against hers. “That maybe the reason you love him, or think you love him, is because he never returned your feelings? Maybe what you really need is closure.”
Char trembled beneath his touch. “Is that what you’re offering, closure?”
Jace’s hands cupped her face as his thumbs ran over her bottom lip. “I don’t like being second, Char. But I’d be willing to be your second. That is, if you would have me. I’d love to take you out on dates, wine and dine you, make you feel deserving, because honestly, as a man, that’s my job. To make you see you how I see you. And I don’t think you see yourself clearly. I think your whole life can be summed up into one word.”
She tried to pull back from him but he held her firm. “Yeah, Dr. Phil, what’s that?”
He smiled sadly. “Almost. That’s how you define yourself. Almost. And it makes me sad, because you’re not an Almost sort of girl.”
“And you’re the expert on what type of girl I am?”
“Absolutely.”
“Well then, what am I?”
Jace tilted his head to the side and gently ran his left hand down the side of her throat. “Forever. You’re the forever girl.”