"I can't really explain it, but you'll know when you see it."
Connor didn't fully buy into rumors. At least from what he saw in Leslie's eyes-it didn't seem like she harbored any resentment toward Broderick.
In his office, Broderick leaned back in his chair for a bit before his phone buzzed. It was a call from Matilda.
He picked up and greeted, "Grandma."
Her voice came in loud and firm, "So, what, you get married and forget your grandma exists? When's the last time you dropped by for dinner? Tonight-come home for a meal."
Walter Ackerley piped up next to her, "Bring that girl along too."
"Absolutely not!" Matilda snapped, her tone sharp and commanding. "You two getting married without any say from your grandpa and me-no way I accept that! If she's just someone you're h
