Page 108 of Pinch of Love

“Uh, because I don’t live here? I have a thriving business in North Carolina and a heck of a legal fight ahead of me for at least the next two years.”

“Do you like him?”

“Of course. He’s amazing. He’s sexy. He’s charming.”

“Then what’s the problem?”

I scratched my head. “Were you listening at all?”

Grace walked over and sat down on an old milk crate. “Listen, I know you’re used to dysfunctional relationships and men stalking you, but Cash is an adult. Regardless of what happens or how this ends, he’s going to be fine.”

“I heard his brother talking to him about me while we were camping. He’s worried that Cash is going to go to a dark place when I leave.”

“That’s what siblings do.”

I chuckled and shook my head. “That’s not what you’re doing. You’re trying to pawn me off on the first available bachelor in Buttercup Lake.”

She whipped out a finger and wagged it in front of me. “First of all, there are plenty of single men we could have set you up with, but Grandma and I chose him. Do you think it’s a coincidence that I gave you his number for a rental? He’s special. I knew it, and Grandma knew it.”

“So now you two are matchmakers?” I teased.

Grace shrugged. “We’ll see how this shakes out. But the book club has a good track record. I’m a believer.”

“You would be.”

The bell rang, and Caleb walked into the store. As if on cue, Izzy dashed out from the back room with open arms.

“I’ll be right back. I just need to use the restroom.”

Grace nodded as she turned her attention to Caleb, and I wandered to the bathroom closest to the back room meant for the employees.

As I flipped on the light, I saw something dangling on the sink.

I moved closer to look at it and nearly fell over when I realized what the long, narrow piece of colorful plastic was staring back at me.

A pregnancy test.

Not just any pregnancy test.

A positive pregnancy test.

Oh, my God.

Grace was going to die. Well, not die, but she would literally spin herself into a tizzy about being a grandma.

I shook my head.

What was I thinking?

Poor Izzy. She wasn’t even out of high school.

Oh, my gosh. I ran my fingers through my hair and took in a deep breath.

I paced back and forth.

I couldn’t keep this secret, but I couldn’tnotkeep this secret. Did I call Izzy in or Grace?

I sat on the toilet and hung my head in confusion.