She waves her hand at me as she slowly sits in one of the chairs across from us. "I love to feed people. Dig in."
Talon does just that, piling several sandwiches on his place. "I don't know how you can be hungry after the huge breakfast you ate," I say playfully.
"He eats nonstop. He always has," Gram says.
"I have a voracious appetite for food. And other things," he hints, giving me the side-eye.
"Talon!" I can't believe he would hint at sex right in front of his grandmother. I can feel my cheeks burning with embarrassment.
Gram folds her hands on the table in front of us. "Speaking of, I see you decided to postpone your honeymoon. Are you two getting on okay?"
I nearly choke on my sandwich. Are we really sitting here discussing our non-sex life with his grandmother?
"Gram, this is the most fucked-up situation ever. I have no idea why they put us together. We don't have shit in common, and we're not even attracted to each other. Look at her. Does she look like my type to you?" He takes a bite of his sandwich. "And I'm not her type either," he adds with his mouth full.
She studies us for a few moments. "You know what, sweethearts? Sometimes what we think we want is not at all what we actually need."
Talon groans around his sandwich. "Gram, I need boobs, and apparently, she needs short hair and no ink."
I want to die right here at the table.
"Oh, poo! That's ridiculous."
I smile weakly at her. "I don't need those things," I explain. "I just wasn't expecting a man like him."
"I think, once you two stop thinking about what you were expecting, that you'll see what you were given is even better."
Ah. I could easily love this woman. "Now, that I like. I hope you're right, because I want us both to be happy together."
"She has a cat that wears a tiara," Talon announces. "I wasn't expecting or wanting that."
Gram takes a tiny bite of her sandwich as her eyes brighten. "Now, that is fascinating! I love cats. I always had cats, but my last one passed away two years ago at twenty years old and I'm just too old to get another."
"Well, it's over in the guesthouse if you want to see it," Talon offers. "You can cat-sit while we hunt for houses."
She smiles warmly at me. "I would love to come over tomorrow and visit your cat."