16 MAREN“I’ve always said that Hayes should settle down with a nice girl like you.”
Rosie peers at me through her cat-eye glasses, popping another mint from the jar on my desk into her mouth. She’s graciously agreed to let me stop by my office and send out a few emails before dropping her off at bingo. But now, comfortably seated in the chair across from my desk, she seems to be entirely uninterested in giving me any quiet time for concentration.
“Rosie,” I say, regretting the long-sleeved dress I put on after Hayes dropped us off at my apartment. It’s suddenly very warm in here. “I don’t know if—”
“He’s a real sweetheart, my grandson. And a gentleman, when he makes the effort. I’ve always told him that if he’d just treat a young woman like he treats his grandmother, he’d have been marr
