“No, baby. You go on to bed. You can stay in the Sunshine room. It’s all made up for Evie, but I’m gonna stick to my word and let her sleep over there when she gets here tomorrow.”

“How kind of you,” Sam laughed as he came back around the island. “Don’t worry, they’ll be married soon enough. Good night, Grandma.”

She sucked her teeth. “Miss Leona.” It was what everyone called her, all three of her sons and all of their children. Except Sam. Lilah may have been the baby, but Sam got away with more.

“You know I can’t call you that. It’s so impersonal. So cold,” he teased. His grandma rolled her eyes and tapped her fingers against her cheek. He gave her a light kiss and a hug, then headed down the hall toward the guest rooms.

Talking to his grandmother put a smile back on his face. It also made him look forward to seeing Amanda again. They couldn’t spend the night together, but it would be nice to text her before he knocked out. Say goodnight, tell her how much he enjoyed being with her for the short time they had. Maybe tomorrow, he’d remember to get her number.

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

Amanda felt strange. It was the only way to describe the uneasy feeling that had been following her all day. She’d tried to get some good, restful sleep. It was the most responsible thing to do in a nice hotel room, and the bed in room twelve was freaking divine. Perfect mattress, warm blankets and feather pillows to die for. She could’ve taken a two-week vacation on the bed in room twelve. Too bad Dru had been blowing up her phone on and off until two a.m. Amanda should have expected it. Yes, she had her weekends off, but Dru had geographical anxiety when it came to Amanda, especially when Kaidence was busy. It hadn’t helped that Dru had been drinking. Still, Amanda had answered her calls and replied to her texts until it was clear Dru had fallen asleep. She’d passed out herself and woken up to the ascending twinkling of her alarm. She’d slept soundly, but she’d needed at least four more hours.