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Silvia laughs.“Did you know your girl here is a money-grabbing whore who’s sleeping with the father of my child?”
Grandpa grows several inches taller as he fills the door frame, causing me to take another step back.“I don’t know who you think you’re talking to, girl, but get out of here right now before I call the sheriff.”
Silvia laughs again and turns her gaze to mine.“You won’t hold his attention for long, you know.He’ll take what he wants from you and dump you.If you’re not careful, you’ll end up pregnant and alone.He’ll never ask you to marry him.I dated him for three years and he never asked me.”
My grandfather turns around and snags his phone from the coffee table, tapping the screen as he returns.
I narrow my gaze at this bitch on my porch.I already know I’m more important to Tiago than she ever was.He’s asked me to marry him about fifty times, and I’ve only known him a week.
I cross my arms and stand my ground.“I don’t know what you think you’re going to accomplish by harassing me, but get out of here, Silvia.You’re not welcome in this town.Check out of your motel in the morning and leave.If you really think there’s a chance you managed to give birth to a child after about fifteen months’ gestation, you can exchange paternity information with Tiago’s lawyer.There’s nothing else to say.”I step back and shut the door quickly, locking it before leaning against it and taking deep breaths.
I can’t believe she came here.What an absolute bitch.After hearing Tiago’s side of things, I have no doubt in my mind that Silvia is not playing with a full deck.Surely she didn’t act like this when he was dating her.
A car revs and pulls away from the front of the house as my grandfather pockets his phone.
“She’s gone now.There’s not much the sheriff can do.”
“I didn’t call the sheriff.I called Tiago,” Grandpa says.
I wince.“Let me guess…”
“He’s on his way,” Grandpa confirms.“I’m glad.Whoever that was, he needs to be aware of it.”
“She’s his ex-girlfriend.”
“How long ago did he break things off with her?”
I chuckle.“Four years ago.She found out about his inheritance and showed up in town with a false claim that he fathered her child to get her hands on his money.”
“And you’re certain the child isn’t his?”My grandfather’s brow is deeply furrowed with concern.
“Tiago insists the child is way too young.She must have gotten pregnant long after they broke up.”
Grandpa’s shoulders relax.Just like that, he believes Tiago.He turns and heads for the kitchen, grumbling, “Man’s going to need a beer.”
I pace the living room, knowing it won’t do any good to call Tiago and tell him not to come.He’s going to show up no matter what.Arguing with him will only cause me to end up with a sore butt.It still burns from earlier.
He must not have been all the way home; either that or he drove much too fast to get here because the lights of his Cadillac approach the driveway in no time.
I open the door as he stomps toward the house.“Please tell me I misheard your grandfather,” he growls as he steps inside and shuts the door.
I’m rattled from my encounter with Silvia, but only because it was unexpected.I handled it well.It’s over.She’s gone.It’s kind of hard to keep from smiling at my caveman’s growly side.
I saw a bit of it earlier, but this is far more intense.He’s seriously pissed.
Grandpa returns to the living room and holds out a beer.“Thought you might need this.”
I haven’t seen Tiago drink, but that doesn’t mean much since I’ve only known him a week.He takes the can from my grandfather.“Thank you.”After popping the top and taking a draw, he says, “Tell me what happened.”He looks back and forth between us.
My grandfather motions toward the couch, and we all move to sit.I lower onto the seat next to Tiago.I’m still wearing the white dress and no panties, so I tuck it under me and press my knees together.
It’s my grandfather who recounts everything that was said, and he does so with incredible accuracy while I rub my thighs as my man nods and processes everything.I can’t know exactly what to expect from him.He’s still growling, but he’s relatively calm.
He leans back against the couch, runs a hand through his messy hair that’s hanging loose around his face, and takes another drink of his beer.
“That girl seemed unhinged to me,” Grandpa says.“I don’t like the idea of Reagan being here alone.”
I jerk my gaze to him.What’s he saying?
