Myles snorts, which earns him narrowed eyes from me. He raises his hands in surrender. "It's actually great you don't like gifts because, technically, the surprise isn't for you. It's for Serena."
I only know one Serena, but I still rear back. "Serena, like... my grandmother?"
"The sexy silver queen," he confirms. "The very same."
"Again, I repeat: my grandmother?!"
Myles smirks. "I know she's older, but she's got a little somethin'-somethin' going on. I can appreciate a woman's charms at any age."
Before I can tear into that can of worms, Myles pulls two tickets out of his back pocket and flashes them in front of me. "Blackhawks tickets. For tonight."
"Oh my God!" I squeal, plucking them out of his hands to examine. "Grams loves the Blackhawks! She took me to my first game when I wa
