Page 114 of No Longer Mine
I let out a small laugh, despite myself. “So, this is an ambush then?”
“An ambush,” Nana echoed, stepping past me into the living room, settling onto my couch like she belonged there. “No, no, dear. We prefer to call it a… social visit.”
“With wine,” Audrey added, lifting the bottle. “Lots of wine.”
I glanced at the bottle and then at all of them, before sighing. “I’m recovering from a bullet wound.”
Carina arched a brow. “So? Wine is good for the blood.”
I let out a dry chuckle. “That’s… not how that works.”
Grandmother tapped her cane against the floor. “Enough standing around. If we’re going to interrogate this poor girl, we may as well do it comfortably.”
Carina’s smirk widened. “Agreed.”
I sighed and shook my head. “I have a feeling I’m not going to win this, am I?”
Audrey grinned. “Not a chance.”
Resigned, I turned toward the kitchen. “Fine. I’ll get the glasses.”
Behind me, the women shared a victorious look.
Carina grinned at me as I brought the corkscrew and the glasses out of the kitchen. “He’s had you hidden and all to himself for entirely too long! This is such a good night!”
Nana poured herself a huge helping of wine before she took a deep sip. “It took that poor guy long enough to leave!”
My brows raised. “You’ve been watching my apartment.”
Grandmother shook her head. “Absolutely not. We had Benson do it.”
This night was getting stranger and stranger. My eyes widened. “And Benson is?”
Carina closed her eyes as she laughed quietly to herself. “Benson is Dimitri’s best friend. Have you not met him?”
I shook my head. “Not exactly.”
Audrey’s brows pulled together. “Are we sure we have the right girl?”
Carina cocked her head and watched me for a moment. “Bullet wound fits the bill.”
Grandmother’s lips thinned out. “We are old, but we aren’t senile. We remembered where she lived.”
Her hand twitched toward her cane, and both girls raised their hands in surrender. “Fine! Fine!”
I cleared my throat. “Dimitri and I aren’t dating.”
Nana rolled her eyes. “That’s what they keep saying.”
Audrey leaned forward. “Alexei and I used to say the same thing, but he was in my panties, soooo kind of the same thing.”
Carina leaned back in her chair and watched me as she sipped out of her glass. “Have you two done the horizontal tango?”
My face flamed. “No.”
Carina’s perfectly manicured brow rose. “No, but he’s definitely been in your panties.”
“I don’t think this is appropriate conversation around his grandmothers…”
