“Together,” he agreed, then turned to the others. “So get your arses dressed. In something nice!”
An hour or so later, we were all dressed and weighed down with the bags of shopping, walking up to Nanna’s door. As I went to knock, it was pulled open.
“Hi.” Mack stepped forward, swapping his bags into one hand and offering Sally the other. “I’m Mack.”
“Is he the one with the spiky dick or the corkscrew dick?” she asked me.
Chapter 47
Mack
This was Harper’s grandmother?
I had been rehearsing how this conversation would go the entire drive over. What to say, how to convince what was apparently Harper’s favourite family member that I was worthy of her granddaughter. I was prepared to answer questions about my life, my income, my job stability, but not this. I looked back over my shoulder, cocking one eyebrow at my mate and, of course, she just grinned, throwing me a thumbs up.
“Ahh… I’m Mack, Mrs Quinn,” I replied, trying to retrieve my hand, but the old biddy held on fast. “And…” I could not believe I was gonna say this. “I’m a wolf shifter, so I have a knot.”
“A knot?” The woman looked past me to stare at Harper. “Is that like a penis with a G-spot attachment.”
“She’s not Mrs Quinn.” My mate didn’t need to tell me who the next woman appearing in the doorway was. Though her hair was silver, those eyes were all Harper. “I am. Let the man go, Sally.”
Sally did so reluctantly, only to mentally undressing me with her eyes.
“Nanna, this is Mack, Tor and Kieran,” Harper said, finally stepping forward. “Guys, this is my grandmother, Agnes.”
I’d dealt with some tough clients before, even guys that got aggressive at the pub, but never did I feel as nervous as when Agnes stared me down. Those keen brown eyes seemed to see straight through me. Her lips thinned, making me think she was going to leave us on the doorstep, right before she nodded and stepped back to usher us in.
“You better come in then.” She nodded as we stepped into what looked like a neat little apartment. “See if you’re worthy of my Harper.”
“Nanna!”
“Don’t you Nanna me.” Agnes waved her hand in irritation. “Not when there were reports on the news about some shifter man being shot dead by the police yesterday.”
Oh no.
“Apparently, he went tearing through the city on a motorbike.”
Shit.
“With a rifle on his back, of all things.”
Shit, shit, shit. I looked across at my packmates and they looked just as alarmed.
“The police were forced to shoot him when he kidnapped some human girl.”
“Right, so—” Harper started to say, looking so very pale.
“That’s not something you would get mixed up in, is it, Harper?” Her grandmother came to a stop in a kitchen that was filled with the savoury scent of roast lamb. The woman’s focussed switched back to me, her eyes narrowing. “Because this fella looks a lot like the mug shot they posted.”
Damage control, I thought.Answer Agnes’ questions, but without too many details. Fob her?—
“That was Mack’s brother.” Dammit, Harper did not get the message at all, her feet shifting restlessly as she spilled the beans. “His twin brother.”
“Twin?” Another older woman stumped forward, peering owlishly at me.
“Evil twin,” Tor supplied.
So not helping.
