My Vegas Groom (The Greene Family #3) - Piper Rayne Page 0,41
glances at my arm and smirks. “She’s lying. It turns her on. She was all over me that night.”
I stare at him with my most bored expression. Although he has a memory of that portion of the night and I don’t, I’m embarrassed just thinking about how I might’ve been when we had sex.
Leann is quiet for a moment, then she smiles at me. “Anyway, let’s get you in there.”
We follow her to the room for big events. There’s a mat on the ground in front of the residents. Some are in wheelchairs and others are sitting in chairs with canes hanging off the back of them.
“Shh, everyone, my granddaughter is here.” Ethel stands and walks over to us. “And her husband, Logan Stone.”
The room cheers for Logan but not for me. Whatever. Let’s see what they think of him after he breaks someone’s hip.
Logan waves as if he just entered the ring and I say hello.
“I’m so excited. Leann put out the mats. Do you want me to go first?” Ethel asks.
Logan looks at me. “How about I just use Nikki to demonstrate?”
“What?” My mouth drops open. I thought I’d be a spectator.
Ethel looks me up and down. “Isn’t that why you’re dressed like that?”
I shake my head. “Why would I need to dress up to come here?”
Ethel touches my neckline. “A necklace would have at least made you look a little nicer.”
“A necklace with my yoga pants and sweatshirt? I’ll remember that next time.” I look at her. “What about your leisure suit?”
She straightens the elastic waistband of the zip-up pink jacket that matches her pants. “I match. And my hair is done.”
“So is mine.”
She touches my ponytail. “It’s pulled up.”
I glance at Logan. “Let’s get this show on the road.” I strip off my sweatshirt and drop it on a table, then I walk to the mat and take off my shoes. “Flip me around,” I tell Logan.
“That’s what she said,” a man says, and everyone laughs.
Ethel goes back and sits down. I love the woman, but sometimes I understand the phrase “drive you to drink.”
“What does your T-shirt say?” Midge, who Ethel’s brought around a few times, lowers her glasses and leans forward.
I straighten my shirt. “It says, ‘Don’t mind me, I’m here for the tea.’”
“You drink tea?” Midge asks. “Which kind? I only drink herbal. Once my daughter-in-law sent me this tea box with all these flavors, and I had one before bed. I was up all night.”
“Oh no, tea means gossip.”
Midge’s forehead crinkles and she pushes up her black-rimmed glasses.
“What did she say?” the old man to her right says. “I was distracted while I was reading her shirt.”
My head swivels to Logan and he bites his lip from laughing so hard.
“Shouldn’t my husband stick up for me?” I whisper, although I’m not sure I had to for them not to hear me.
“She said she likes tea and gossip,” Midge says.
“No. Tea means gossip,” I correct, but Midge doesn’t hear me.
Logan places his hand on my bicep and pulls me back. “You can’t blame the man.”
Logan ogles my chest, and I narrow my eyes. He laughs and tears off his sweatshirt. His T-shirt is one of his own—Logan “The Pit Bull” Stone. It’s faded as if he’s worn it a million times and, damn, he looks sexy in it.
“Okay, ladies and gentlemen. I’m Logan Stone.” He gives a small wave. “I’m a professional MMA fighter.”
“We saw you earlier. Enjoy those women with the signs now because your body doesn’t stay fit forever,” the man who was talking to Midge says.
Midge smacks him over the head. “He’s a married man.”
“Married to who?” the man asks.
“Nikki. Ethel’s granddaughter.” She points at me.
“The one who drinks tea?” he asks, and I sigh, my head falling back.
“Tea means…” I wave it off. “Forget it.”
“Isaac and Midge, be quiet and let the poor man show you how to defend yourself,” Leann, the activities director, scolds them.
Isaac stands with the aid of his cane. “You want to know how I defend myself?” He pulls out the top of his cane to show a knife. A sizable one that looks shiny and sharp.
Logan instinctively moves back and throws an arm around my waist like a mom does in a car when she brakes too fast.
“We’re not young like you.” The man looks to a few men for confirmation and they all nod, holding up their canes.
I better warn Ethel and Dori to cool it with the sarcasm around here.