Her Cherry (Objects of Attraction, #2)

by Penelope Bloom

"Sometimes I wonder what goes on in your head." "What's there to wonder? It's exactly what comes out of my mouth." She shook her head, smiling. "Why am I not surprised?" "Who is this handsome young man?" Grammy was looking up at Bruce. She had her shock-white hair in a puffy little q-tip style today. Her eyes were bright and blue as ever, and she still looked like if you gave her a cross look, she'd uppercut you in the jaw without a second thought. The woman was terrifying, but kind of cute, in an old lady sort of way. "I'm Bruce Chamberson. This is my wife, Natasha." Grammy took them both in with hard eyes, then nodded and smiled. "I like you better than your brother, Bruce. He's a real dickhole." "What the fuck?" I asked. "You stole my slippers. I know it was you!" She said, jabbing her finger at me. I held up my palms. "Woah, woah, there. Just because I've stolen a few things in my past, it doesn't mean you get to go around blaming me when dementia starts to set in." "That's it," she said, popping up to her feet. "Today is the day I cut a bitch." I burst out laughing. "Have you been watching Cops or something?" "Would you two get along for once?" Hailey asked in a bored voice. "If you tell the old coot to stop profiling me every damn day, maybe," I said sourly. "If your delinquent boyfriend steals from me one more time, I'm going to choke him out with all that money of his." "You don't have the upper body strength!" "Seriously?" Bruce was standing beside me, looking dow...