Drew grunted. “I have something else to think about. Do we need to have a chat about how you rearranged my guest room?”
I scrambled up from the grass, still covered in dog hair and my dignity in shreds. She turned her twinkling eyes on me, then gasped like she spotted a tabloid scandal. “Did you two manage that … creatively furnished guest room?”
Drew’s ears went pink. “It was fine.”
“Oh, good.” She grinned. “Then I don’t need to tell the girls we need to go back and return the mattress. They were prepared, you know. We’ve got bad backs, but sturdy spirits.”
I coughed to hide my laugh.
“And what was in those boxes anyway?” I asked.
She waved a hand at Drew. “You tell me. Whatwasin those boxes?
Drew raised a light tawny eyebrow. “The ones with my actual stuff or the ones with rocks?”
Glamma laughed. “That sounds ridiculous. Why would you pack rocks? Or perhaps, mason jars full of dirt.”
“Grandmother,” Drew muttered, which only made her grin wider and pull him in for a big hug.
How Glamma sounded so convincing with her blatant lies and subterfuge, I had no idea. Drew hadn’t mentioned he’d checked the boxes and had found the rocks I’d suspected. It was no wonder they were so heavy.
“Hi, Glamma,” I said, giving her a tiny wave.
She let go of Drew and moved closer to me. “How are you, sweetheart? This morning sounded rough.”
My startled eyes flew to Drew, who held out his hands in a ‘it wasn’t me gesture.’
“I have my ways of knowing what happens in my town.” She winked at me, then gave me the biggest, best hug ever. I lingered a little longer than was probably necessary in her arms. It was that good.
Drew reached down and picked up one of the smaller dogs, a Corgi puppy, that had been nipping at his feet. As soon as he did, the stinker flopped against him, rested his head on his arm, and closed his eyes.
“Looks like you have a new friend to bring home.” Glamma smiled.
“I wish, but I’m not home enough.” Drew looked longingly at the sweet pup. “So what brings you here?”
“I’ve decided I’m getting a dog. After hearing your father talk about this place, I called Theo and asked if I could foster.”
Again, number one million and ten, why Drew’s family was so great.
“I love that for you. Maybe if you have a dog, you’ll have less time for mischief,” he responded with a grin.
“Pshaw.” She smacked Drew’s arm. “That’s what you think. Now I’ll just have a new sidekick to help me with my shenanigans.”
Drew shook his head.
“I’m so excited. Theo thinks he’s picked the perfect one for me and if everything goes well, the foster placement can become permanent.”
“Oh, I’d love to see your newest edition.” After spending the afternoon with all of these adorable dogs, it was hard not to want to take at least one home. Maybe I could get my puppy fix with Glamma’s dog while I was here.
“Coco’s a sweet six-year-old girl. But since French bulldogs can be prone to spinal and hip problems, she’s been overlooked. Since I have the means to care for her and think her smushed little face is the cutest thing I’ve ever seen, I think we’ll do well. I was finishing up the paperwork when Theo said you were outside.”
Drew gave his grandmother a side hug. “I’m happy we got to see you before we left.”
I glanced at my watch. “Shoot. We need to go soon. I need to change before our appointment.”
Drew nodded, snuggled the Corgi one last time, and put her down. She gave a huff before running off with her friends. Clearly, we were boring since we stopped chasing them or holding them.
“Where are you two headed off to?” Glamma asked.
