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what.”
    Instead, I put my root beer down, hauled my behind out of the chair and went into
     the house.
    Spot was on the pink afghan. He was not pleased with me moving him and therefore hissed
     and batted me with a paw.
    “Don’t complain to me, buddy. It’s the old biddy who sent me on this errand,” I muttered.
    Spot was not mollified and he shared this by hissing at me again while trying to sink
     his teeth into my wrist.
    I escaped the Spot Attack, found the other two afghans and headed out.
    “Look at those!” Grams cried like I just unveiled three masterpiece works of art.
     “Decadence in blanket form!”
    I tossed them over the back of the chair I’d been sitting in and smoothed them out.
    Truthfully, I was proud of my afghans , and Grams didn’t lie . T hey cost that much because the wool cost a fortune. It was the best of the best. And
     they were pretty ; loose weave, tight weave, patterned. I was proud of them.
    Even so, my eyes moved very slowly toward Raiden.
    His eyes were aimed at the blankets , but he must have felt my gaze because they lifted to me.
    “Gorgeous,” he said quietly , and he sounded like he meant it.
    Warmth suffused my body.
    “Thanks,” I replied just as quietly.
    “Told you,” Grams stated. “Now you should try her preserves.”
    Oh no.
    I’d had enough.
    “Actually, I have to get to work cleaning the house,” I said quickly.
    “And I gotta get back into town,” Raiden said on the heels of my statement , and he did this while standing. He looked down at Grams. “You call Crane, Miss Mildred.
     Tell him you got a new lawn service. I’ll be here next Friday.”
    “I’ll do that, child,” she replied then turned to me. “Walk our caller to his car,
     will you, chè re ?”
    This just never ended.
    Before I could do it or find an excuse not to, Raiden spoke.
    “No need . D on’t have a car since I walked here. I can find my way , and I’m sure Hanna wants to finish up so she can sit back and enjoy her visit.”
    He’d made it around me , but moved in to lean down and touch his lips to Gram’s creased, paper-thin cheek.
    “Next Friday, Miss Mildred,” he murmured while lifting up. “Thanks for the tea.”
    “Look forward to it, son.” Grams twinkled up at him. “And you’re more than welcome
     anytime.”
    Raiden turned and looked down at me. “Later, Hanna.”
    “‘Bye,” I mumbled.
    His lips twitched , then his body moved and I watched him walk away.
    It was a good show.
    From where I stood I could see all the way to the front of the house , so I enjoyed the show until the front door closed on him.
    “He’s the cat’s pajamas,” Grams declared , and I looked down at her to see she’d twisted so she was curled around her chair
     so she could watch the show , too.
    “Time to clean toilets!” I declared brightly, purposely trying to break the mood.
    I sallied forth into the house to do just that, avoiding Grams’s eyes, which I knew
     would hold rebuke.
    Fifteen minutes later, I found something that cured thoughts of Raiden Miller, how
     beautiful he was and how much of an idiot I acted around him.
    Cleaning toilets.
    I could not do this every moment of my life, however.
    Therefore, if he kept popping up, I was in trouble.
     
     
    Chapter Four
    Chick Flick
     
    That evening…
    “Seriously?” my best friend KC asked in my ear.
    “Seriously,” I replied.
    “ Seriously? ” she shrieked.
    We were on the phone. I was lounging sideways on the swing on my front porch, a half-finished
     afghan on my lap, a glass of white wine on the table beside me.
    I’d just told her about Raiden’s visit to Grams. I’d already told her days before
     about me bumping into him at the pet store.
    Now she was freaking. Like me.
    I had not, however, told her I’d gone to Rachelle’s a mortifying number of times to
     catch a glimpse of him.
    That said, KC and I had been best friends since seventh grade , so she, along with me, had a crush on him while growing