Conventionally Yours (True Colors, #1)

by Annabeth Albert

He found a mutually agreeable contemporary station after nixing my suggestions of jazz and the news. “We need to remind you that you’re twenty-three, not eighty-two, Grandpa. Pay attention, and I’ll teach you what’s popular with all the kiddos these days.” “Says the guy who listens to country.”

Him caring about me like that, and having him to care about in return, felt good on a level I hadn’t had in years. Like wrapping up in warm towels from the dryer when I hadn’t even realized I was freezing.

“Don’t talk like we’re on the Titanic, man.