Oh, no. Did she have to pull out the “bless her heart” phrase again? Those words are like a loaded gun in Texas, where that phrase could either be an insult or a term of endearment, depending on the tone or intent.
“Stay out of my business, Grams.”
“And what business is that, Liam?” When I don’t answer, she pats my chest in a patronizing manner. “Don’t call me Grams ever again. You just remember to be a gentleman, like a Worthington host should be.”
“I’m a Blackry.”
She raises a brow as she starts walking away. “Bless your heart.”
I glance up, wondering if my mother is laughing her ass off right now or cursing the day she wrote that letter to my grandmother.
I start talking to a bunch of guys as I scan the place wondering if kierra will appear anytime soon. For all I know she’s locke
