“Don’t you ‘Gran’ me. I may be old, but I wasn’t born yesterday. I can see what Alec was just doing.” She sips her tea with a wicked smirk. “Though next time, maybe clear the garage floor first. Concrete’s murder on the knees.” “Gran!” Clementine squeals, her face flaming red. “Back to it, darlings. Alec, grab a blueberry muffin when you’re done tasting my granddaughter’s muffin.”
