Jensen reached for the wine bottle. “All good here.” She refilled her own glass and then topped off Irma’s.
Irma grinned at her. “You always were my favorite.”
Jensen snorted. “Make sure you tell Walker that.”
“Oh, I will. He was just doubting my abilities.”
Jensen’s brows pulled together. “What abilities?”
“My psychic abilities, of course.”
Jensen choked on her sip of wine. “You’re not psychic, Grandma.”
Irma straightened her shoulders. “Well, of course, I am. I predicted your mother and father. Taylor and Walker. I even told you all our little league team was going to win that championship.”
Jensen shook her head. “That’s called recognizing chemistry and good odds.”
Irma huffed, raising her chin in the air. “Don’t you want to hear what my latest prediction is?”
Taylor raised her glass in Irma’s direction. “I do. You know I’m a believer.”
Irma gave Taylor a pleased smile that turned mischievous. “Why, thank you, honey pie.” Irma’s gaze turned in my direction, and I knew my face was the shade of a tomato. “It’s about Miss Tessa here and that handsome piece of man meat in the living room.” My face got hotter.
Taylor leaned in closer. “Which one?”
Jensen’s spine straightened as her eyes found the gathering of men in the living space on the other side of the kitchen. Walker, Tuck, and Liam were talking with Walker’s father, Andrew, while Noah zoomed around bodies with his toy airplane. It was certainly a gathering of attractive men.
Irma cackled at Taylor’s question. “That musician friend of yours. I can see it now, lots and lots of babies.”
Taylor shot a questioning look in my direction. I quickly shook my head. “There’s nothing going on with me and Liam.”
“Maybe not now, but there will be.” Irma’s words came out in a sing-song tone.
Irma could have her suspicions all she wanted, but I knew the truth. There wouldneverbe anything between Liam and me.
Sarah bustled around the counter, placing a glass of water in front of me and grabbing Irma’s wine glass from her hand. “I think you’ve had enough of this for right now.”
Irma followed Sarah and her wine, complaining as she went.
Jensen scooted closer. “Sorry about that. She means well, but we’ve all indulged her crazy stories a little too much.”
Taylor said nothing, but her gaze traveled from me to Liam, a thoughtful look on her face.
* * *
After a raucous and delicious dinner,our group had fractured. Walker, Taylor, and Andrew were cleaning the kitchen, while Sarah and Irma chatted animatedly over coffee and dessert. My eyes drifted into the living room and caught on Jensen and Tuck. Jensen was shaking her head, a perturbed look on her face.
I was ready to make my excuses and head home, but first, I needed my bag. I eyed it in the foyer. Making my way towards it, my steps faltered at the sound of encouraging words.
“That’s it. Your fingers are in the right spot. Now, strum.” Liam’s voice drifted out from the downstairs study.
Something that resembled a chord sounded next. “Wow. I did it.” Noah’s tone was full of wonder.
“That was great. You’ll be playing songs in no time.”
I crept closer, needing a visual of this moment. Reaching the side of the study, I peeked in through the door that was just slightly ajar.
Noah handed Liam back the guitar. “Now, you play something. I want to see how you do it.”
