Page 78 of Pinch of Love
It was physically impossible for my dad to say hello like a normal person.
“Hey, Dad.” I pulled onto the main road and let out a breath. “Are you busy?”
“Not really. I’m retired. I did just put a loaf in the oven, but—”
“Dad, I know this sounds crazy, but I’ll explain when I pick you up. I’m going to need your help with something.”
“Sounds like my night just got a lot more exciting.”
I laughed and shook my head, still in disbelief at what I was about to do.
Chapter Nineteen
Maya
“Get a grip, girl,” I whispered to myself, pacing in front of the fireplace. “You can’t sleep with Cash. You’ve only known him a few weeks.”
Chewie whined and curled back on the couch as I stared at her.
“Sorry. This isn’t really a G-rated conversation.” I let out a sigh and scooted again. I only had a few more hours, and I could say goodbye to this contraption.
Hopefully, Cash would be back by then, and we could start where we’d left off.
But he hadn’t answered my texts since he’d left, and I was kind of starting to get worried.
I’d already reached out to my attorneys about Rob, and they were alarmed, to say the least.
Which wasn’t exactly comforting, and I’d be lying if I didn’t admit that I was a little freaked out being here alone.
Since it was now dark.
I growled in frustration, but it didn’t make me feel any better.
Rob had never showed a violent side, but he didn’t fight nicely with words, either. He had a habit of muttering things under his breath that I often pretended to ignore.
I probably shouldn’t have.
A shudder ran down my spine right when the doorbell rang.
I nearly fell off my scooter in shock, and Chewie hopped up on her four tiny feet, spinning in circles and yapping like she was a parakeet—not a dog.
I glanced at one of Cash’s pet mementos that I could use as a club but shook myself out of it. I was being ridiculous.
But I grabbed it anyway and scooted toward the door. If all else failed, I could shove the scooter at Rob too.
“Who is it?” I asked, feeling a prickle down my spine.
“It’s your grandmother. Who else would pop over here close to ten o’clock at night to bring you tiramisu and some of my lemonade?”
Relief never tasted so sweet.
I swung open the door, and Grandma Millie hopped back.
“You look like a fright.”
Chuckling, I ushered my grandma in. “You look nice too.”
She spun around as I backed my scooter up and then forward and then sideways in order to shut the door.