head out?”
Gram’s gaze narrowed on him. “Impatient, are you? I didn’t take you for a gambler, Noah McMillan.”
“Sometimes you have to play the hand you were dealt,” Noah responded.
“As long as you don’t fold too soon,” Gram winked.
Libby looked back and forth between the two, wrinkling her nose in confusion. “What are you two talking about?”
Noah flashed her a tight grin. “Nothing.” Then he returned his attention to Gram. “You up for blackjack?”
Gram shook her head. “You two will have to hit the tables without us. We’re about to head out to see a show.”
“Oh, that’s too bad,” Noah murmured, half-heartedly. “What are you seeing?”
Gram scowled and waved her hand. “Some old geezers’ rock group Ruby wants to see. I hope they put enough denture adhesive in this time. Last night they spat their dentures out onto the stage. It was all over Twitter.”
“You try singing a vibrato like that without spitting out your dentures,” an older woman’s voice shouted from inside the room. “And that wasn’t a rhetorical question.”
Gram looked over her shoulder. “It wasn’t a question at all!” She turned back to Libby and Noah, shaking her head. “We’ll do what she wants tonight and what I want tomorrow.” She had a wicked look in her eyes and Libby wondered if Nana Ruby knew what she was getting herself into.
“I heard that!” the older woman, who could only be Nana Ruby, shouted.
“Then how about after the show?” Noah asked.
“After the show, I’m goin’ to bed,” Nana Ruby called out from behind Gram. “And let those poor kids in, Maude. They’ve been drivin’ all day.”
Gram ushered them into the spacious room with two beds. As soon as she caught sight of Nana Ruby, sitting on the edge of one of the beds in a sparkly shirt and a pair of jeans, Libby’s mouth dropped open.
“I told you this shirt was a bad idea,” Nana Ruby grumbled, getting to her orthopedic-shoe-covered feet.
“You keep your shirt on, Ruby O’Donnell,” Gram said. Then she burst out laughing at her pun.
“You look amazing, Nana Ruby. Honestly,” Libby assured her. “I’m just not used to seeing you look so . . . colorful. And sparkly.”
“Maude said if we went to see The Crooners, I had to wear this shirt.” The gray-headed woman scowled as she sat back down. “At least only three people know me here.”
“What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas,” Gram said with an over-exaggerated wink. “Ain’t that right, kids?”
Noah laughed. “I promise not to spread word of your exploits once we get home, Gram.”
Her eyes widened. “What? I was counting on it. Especially if I get you drunk enough to drop your drawers. I bet your hiney’s as firm as the sculptures all over this hotel.” She turned her sharp gaze to Libby. “Am I right?”
Libby gasped in shock and sent an embarrassed look to Noah, but her mind was now preoccupied with wondering how firm his ass actually was. No. Don’t go there. “I wouldn’t know, Gram. Noah and I aren’t like that.”
She shook her head, her lips pursed. “Well that’s a damn shame.”
Libby’s face flushed and she forced herself not to glance at Noah to gauge his reaction. He moved up beside her, and she was very aware of the warmth and nearness of him when he settled a hand on her shoulder. “You said you brought Libby more than her license?”
“Yeah.” Gram picked up a black carry-on bag and set it on the bed. “I went to your place with Megan to pick up some clothes.”
“Oh, God,” Libby mumbled under her breath. “Please tell me Megan picked them out.”
Gram laughed as she patted the bag. “I took some liberties.”
Noah’s shoulders shook with suppressed laughter. “I can’t wait to see what you chose, Gram.”
She started to unzip the bag and then pointed at him. “You wait in the bathroom.”
“Why?” He sounded defensive, like a chastised little boy. Libby found it adorable.
“This isn’t for your eyes.” She pointed to the door. “Go.”
Noah waggled his eyebrows, pleading with Libby to let him stay, but she shrugged and smirked. “You heard the woman.” Ordinarily, nothing in that bag could have embarrassed Libby, but with her out-of-control hormones or whatever was going on with her, she’d rather not have Noah around if Gram was about to pull out something risqué.
Noah grumbled about missing all the fun, but he winked at Libby as he shut the door. “Make sure to talk really loud so I don’t miss anything,” he said from the bathroom.
Gram lifted