Grandma handed me a glass of sweet tea with two lemon slices. I took a large gulp, welcoming the taste. Later, when everyone was gone, I would fix myself a bourbon iced tea.
Megan sat across from me, staring at her untouched tea.
“I’m fine,” I told her for the millionth time. “Preston didn’t even touch me.”
“You shouldn’t have been there at night by yourself.” Grandma used the tone she reserved for Dad. She plopped in a chair next to me, giving me a concerned glare. “It’s a good thing Stone broke the back door’s lock. Otherwise, things could have ended very badly.”
“How was I supposed to know I was being followed,” I explained. “At least I remembered how to defend myself.” I gave her my best smile.
While Grandma remained upset, Stone walked to his chair with a proud face. Grandma noti
