“I’m sure it is,” I said dryly, then looked at Isaac. “Will your drill work?”

“Yep. This won’t take long to put together.”

I liked his confidence. God only knew I’d spent an hour on it already and not gotten very far at all.

I handed him the things he needed while he wasted absolutely no time putting everything together.

He was right. The drill really worked.

Within half an hour, the sofas were built, and Grandma had already taken occupation of the two-seater one. She’d swapped her mojito for a cup of coffee and was currently eating her way through my last packet of Doritos.

And leaving orange dust all over my new, cream cushions, because she was apparently five years old.

“So, Isaac, what do you do?” Grandma asked, licking her fingers.

“I’m a vet,” he replied, cradling his own mug, but his was tea and not coffee.

“Oh. Does that mean you’re a doctor?”

“For animals.”

“Damn it.”

He was smart, I’d give him that. Quick, too.

“Are you busy tomorrow night?” Grandma asked. “I’ve taken up a new art class at the local college and I think you’d be a perfect fit.”

I had a bad feeling about this. Why did I have a bad feeling about this? Oh, probably because it was Grandma, and nothing good came from her little ideas.

Isaac glanced at me. “I’m not really an arty kind of person.”

“Oh, you wouldn’t need to paint, dear. You’d be the model. It’s a nude art class!”

And that’d be the reason for the bad feeling.

Grandma leaned forward, her eyes sparkling. “We paint naked men!”

Oh, Jesus.

“Oh. Well, I’m very flattered,” Isaac said. “But I do have plans tomorrow night.”

She frowned. “Doing what? What are you doing?”

“With me,” I said quickly. “He has plans with me.”

Why did I say that? Why the hell did I say that? What was wrong with me?

Grandma looked as shocked as I felt. “What’s he doing with you?”

“Dinner,” Isaac said. “I helped her out with the kitten and she’s thanking me by buying me dinner.”

I was?

“Is it a date?” Grandma asked, looking between us. “Because I have a list of people who I think would be suitable for her and you’re not on it.”

“Grandma! How many times do I have to tell you? I don’t need you to play matchmaker for me!” I slammed my hand against the sofa. “Stop it!”

Isaac grinned lopsidedly. “It’s a date if she wants it to be. I wouldn’t say no.”

I blushed. I was not going to discuss this in front of my grandmother. She was a menace as it was—she didn’t need to have her nose any deeper into my business.

Seriously. If she got any deeper, she’d come out in the middle of the Chinese government building.

They could keep her, to be perfectly honest.

I’d live a few more years if they did.

“It’s not a date,” I said firmly. “Just me being a good person.”