“Never,” Evelyn chirped happily.

They all finished their drinks, and Jen latched herself onto my arm. “I’ve never slept with a Brit, you know.”

“Don’t be offended by this, but I’m a little uncomfortable with this line of conversation.”

“I have,” Lil said breezily. “Fabulous lovers.”

Hannah’s cheeks burned. “Out. Now. Before you go too far.”

This wasn’t too far?

Jesus. I didn’t want to know what happened when they crossed the line.

I guided Jen out of the door while Mason helped Hannah corral the other three old ladies into her car. When they were in the back and the child locks were in place—something Jen cackled about for a good few minutes—we waved goodbye to Mason and headed out of the parking lot.

“Take a left,” Jen said. “So, you’re dating my granddaughter.”

I should have known this was coming.

“We had a date.” I made the turn. “That doesn’t constitute dating as far as I’m aware.”

“It does now. I make the rules.”

“Okay, fine. I’m dating your granddaughter. A right here?”

“The next intersection,” she replied. “I want to know about you. Size you up a little bit. I already know you’re good with power tools.”

Was that euphemism? I wasn’t sure. I wasn’t going to put anything past this woman.

“I spent all my summers on my grandparents’ farm,” I told her, turning right. “I didn’t have much of a choice but to learn how to use them.”

“Seems reasonable. I have a bookshelf I want to buy. Will you put it up for me?”

“Why do I feel like this is some kind of test?”

“Mason already told me no. I told him there was cheesecake on offer. Do you like cheesecake, Isaac?”

“I won’t turn it down,” I said slowly.

“I make it. I’m a good baker. You build my shelves and I’ll make you whatever cheesecake you like.”

“Is this how you get your own way for everything?”

“With everyone but my granddaughters,” she said brightly. “But I don’t like them much, so I don’t really care.”

I snorted back a laugh. “Fair enough. Do they know that?”

“I tell them regularly so they should. Either that or they’re dumber than I thought.”

“Do you just say whatever comes into your head without regard for the consequences?”

“Honey, I’ve paid my politeness dues. Now I’m old I can say whatever the fuck I want.”

“I could deal with that philosophy,” I replied, pulling up in front of the house she pointed to. “I could deal with that now, and I’m not thirty yet.”

“Oh, you can do it now. The secret is not giving a shit about what anyone else thinks.” She winked and pushed open the door.

I darted out to help her. She pretended to fan herself and I laughed as I helped her up to the front door. Jen unlocked it and held up a finger for me to wait.

Two minutes later, she came out with a slice of chocolate cake on a plate covered in clear wrap. “This is yours.”