Page 60 of Pleasure Island
“He’s a grumpy one, isn’t he?” Millie asked. “So unlike Liam.”
A smile bowed up her lips, and I tensed, not liking the look in her eyes.
“What are you getting at, Grandma?”
She waved a hand. “I’m not the one who got at anything. That would beyou.” She pointed at me. “Or are you going to tell me the two of you haven’t been intimate?”
I glowered at her, watching the doorway nervously.
“Relax, I’m not going to say anything else,” she told me before taking a bite of her sandwich. “As long as he’s still doing his job by you, that’s all that matters.”
“So, you’re not…going to lecture me?”
“You’re a grown woman. He’s an attractive man.”
The guard returned, carrying a box and several envelopes with him. “It was your mail. You have a delivery.”
He put everything on the bar and returned to his station.
Millie glanced at the box.
“I’ve been doing some online shopping,” I told her. “Going stir crazy here and it keeps me sane.”
“You aren’t locked inside the house, darling. Go out, go have some fun. These boys can keep up with you.” A mischievous glint appeared in her eyes, but she said nothing else.
“I’m not going to a club with a bodyguard hovering at my shoulder.” I glanced over at Tall, Dark, and Broody and added, “He doesn’t exactly blend.”
* * *
Later,Millie and I sat in the sunroom. She sipped her iced tea before putting the glass down and looking at me, a rather serious expression on her face.
“There’s something I wanted to talk to you about.”
“Is everything okay?” I asked. Although Grandma was active and fit, shewasgetting older. If something was wrong…
“You worry too much, darling,” Millie said with a sigh. “But no, nothing is wrong. I’ve just…well, I’ve decided it’s time to make some changes.”
“What…like a haircut?”
She laughed. “Heavens, no. I’m talking about Pleasure Island, Mila.”
I went still, eying her.
“You know that I’ve always planned to leave the island and the resort to you.”
“Yes.” I nodded, uncertain where she was going with this.
“I’ve decided I don’t want to wait any longer.” She held out a hand, and I took it, letting her tug me closer. “I’m ready to slow down and retire. I want to turn over ownership of the island and the resort to you…now.”
I gaped at her. “Now?”
“Yes.” She squeezed my hand, then got to her feet, moving around the sunroom with a restlessness that was unlike her. “It’s time for you, sweetheart. I’ve had a good long run with it, but as I said…I’m ready to slow down.”
“Are you sure there’s nothing wrong with you?”
Millie laughed. “I’m just getting older, darling, and I want to…relax. And just enjoy my time. But the resort will need somebody to take over, and you know I want it to be you.”
My head was spinning.
“I don’t know what to say.”
“If you’re not ready to say yes, then will you at least think about it?” Millie came back to me and once more, she took my hand.
I squeezed her fingers. “Of course, I’ll think about it.”
The question was…would I be able to think about anything else?
