Sienna steps up beside me. “I love your mom so much. Her give-no-fucks attitude is the best. It reminds me of my grandma.”
I chuckle, looking down at her. “I’m glad they’ve chosen to be friendly neighbors instead of enemies because lord only knows what antics those two would impose on this town if that were the case.”
“No kidding.” She laughs. When she turns to look at the next horse that’s barreling toward us, her head leans against me.
My arm moves to wrap around her shoulders, resting against the rough fabric of Warren’s coat. When she smiles at me, that hope in my chest blossoms a little more.
CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
Sienna
I havea hot cocoa clasped in one hand and Jackson’s small hand in my other one as we stand waiting for the next racer to start.
Taking a deep breath, I inhale Warren’s earthy scent, which clings to his coat that’s wrapped around me.
I might have adamantly opposed wearing it at first, but not only am I warmer than I was this morning, I have had his scent there for the taking all day long.
“Well, look at all of you,” a familiar voice says behind me.
I turn, seeing my grandma standing there with Martha at her side. I swear those two never do anything apart. Some might call it codependence, but at their age who gives a shit.
They both look crazy with the hats they made last year in their one and only attempt at learning how to knit. You’d think, as old ladies, they would be blessed with the ability to master that skill, but not them.
“Hi, Gram,” I say.
Before I can say anything else, she holds up her hand. “We can’t stay. We have places to be. I just wanted to say hi to you and your little harem of men.”Dear lord.“And that little cutieover there,” she adds, pointing to Jackson, who’s still holding my hand even with his body turned to keep watching the horses.
“Never know what’s going to come out of that mouth of yours.” Tucker laughs.
Gram reaches up, patting him on the shoulder. “And you love me for it.”
“Of course I do,” he says.
Such a ladies’ man.
With that, she blows me a kiss over her shoulder as they walk away.
“Bye, I guess,” I shout after her.
“Your grandma is a little crazy,” Warren says, surprising me.
I smile because he isn’t wrong.
“She’s the good kind of crazy, though,” Grayson says, taking my empty cup from my hand.
“If you say so.”
“Are you getting tired?” Tucker asks, glancing at me when I lean against him.
I want to say no, but I really am tired. Today was so fun. I’m just exhausted. Jackson looks like he’s about ready to pass out, too.
“Yeah, I am,” I say.
Tucker taps the other two guys on the shoulder, telling them we should head out.
Grayson bends down in front of Jackson. “You want a piggyback ride, bud?”
Jackson gives him a small, sleepy smile and nods. Grayson turns so Jackson can climb on.
