“Well, Grandma apparently has a doctor’s appointment at eight that Immy needs to take her to. I’d bet she forgot until now, too.” I shimmied past him into the bathroom and grabbed my toothbrush. “Sorry. Did you want to shower here?”

He shook his head. “I don’t have clean clothes. It’s fine. I’ll run home now, shower, and head to work. Do you want me to make an appointment for Lucifer to have his vaccines?”

I squirted paste on the brush. “Shoot. I guess he’s over his cold?”

“Well enough for them, and you really want to get them done so he can be neutered as soon as he’s old enough.”

“Sure. Text me the appointments you have and I’ll work something out.” I shoved the brush in my mouth and started cleaning my teeth.

Isaac stared at me for a moment. “You’re so pretty in the morning.”

I flipped him the bird. I knew for a fact I was not pretty this morning—my hair was scrunched into a twist on top of my head, there was smudged mascara around my eyes, and a pimple was forming on the crease of my nostril.

Yay, me.

Isaac came back out of my room fully dressed. “I’ll text you in an hour or so. Does that work?”

I nodded then held up my finger so I could spit the toothpaste into the sink. “That’s fine,” I replied. “I’ll talk to you later, then.”

He looked at me for a moment longer, then stepped forward and kissed my cheek, not far from the corner of my mouth. He said nothing else before he turned and left, disappearing down the stairs.

Well, that could have gone a lot more awkwardly this morning.

I rinsed my mouth out and wiped the sink. By the time I was done, the front door had opened and shut, and Isaac was gone.

***

“Here you go, Mr. Sanderson. Here’s your change.” I handed the old man his change and put the receipt in the bag for him. “I can’t wait to see what she makes next.”

He beamed at me. “A blanket for our new great-grandbaby.”

“Aw, congratulations.”

“Thanks, Hannah. Say hello to your grandmother for us, won’t you?”

“I sure will, sir. Have a lovely day!”

“You too, dear.” He waved and left the store, leaving the new door chime above the door jingling in his wake.

I sighed and looked around the store. It was lunchtime now and nobody was here, so I walked out from behind the register and flipped the sign on the door, then turned the key to lock it.

“All done?” Immy asked.

I nodded, walking through to the back to join her. She’d come in through the back door and the seating area smelled like tacos and coffee.

AKA, the closest thing to food heaven without there being wine involved.

I sat down on the sofa and grabbed the bag to unload the food. “How’s Grandma?”

“Fine. It was just a checkup for her blood pressure meds.” Immy sat down. “God knows why she’s on them. I’m the one who damn well needs them with her around.”