Page 133 of Pinch of Love
I deserved to be loved.
When we pulled up to the house after about thirty minutes, my heart clenched.
The one place I could always count on to make me feel better.
Millie’s vegetable garden, surrounded by deer fencing, had been swapped for a sunflower patch. The bright green shutters on her home, the bright green porch swing and rockers, and bold orange mums sprang to life from the pots staking the door.
It was home.
Grandma Millie’s smile widened when she saw the car pull in. She stood and walked slowly toward us with a purple shawl wrapped around her shoulders.
I hopped out of the car with tears in my eyes.
“I wondered when you’d come back. I thought it might take you landing in North Carolina before you realized you’d made a terrible mistake.”
“When will life be easy, Grandma Millie?” I hugged her and slid a kiss across her cheek.
“When you stop fighting it and accept the obvious?”
I took a step back as the driver popped the trunk for my luggage.
“And what’s the obvious?”
“That Cash Knox has fallen head over heels in love with you,” she said, shaking her head. “And he’ll do anything to get you back.”
I let out a sigh and pulled out all of my luggage, setting it out of the way of the driver.
The woman waved and stuck her head out the driver’s window as she smiled. “Looks like you’ve found a home in Wisconsin, after all.”
I smiled and waved as she turned onto the country road.
“I didn’t know you were a Minnie Mouse fan.” My grandma looked surprised.
“I’m not. I just like the polka dots.” For which I will be buying a new set.
She took a small bag, and I stacked the rest on the big one as I followed my grandma into her home.
The moment I stepped inside my grandma’s house, I knew I’d come to the right place.
Grandma Millie would fix the mess I’d made, one way or another. She always did.
Chapter Thirty-Four
Cash
“What in the hell died in here?” Hunter asked.
The sound of my front door opening and slamming shut told me that Hunter had let himself in.
“What are you talking about?” I grunted from the couch. I’d propped up enough pillows to keep the light out from my eyes as I lay in silence.
Until I was so rudely interrupted.
“Sounds like you’re doing about as well as expected from this breakup,” Hunter mumbled. “Where are you?”
“Family room,” I mumbled, refusing to remove the pillows.
“I brought a six-pack, but I’m guessing that wasn’t a great idea.” My brother smacked my two feet, which were the only things sticking out from my pillow fort.