Chapter 25
Branwen watched John walk away, the way his shoulders moved under his shirt, his backside and legs in his blue jeans. That same runner’s backside she’d caught sight of the first time they’d shared a cup of coffee so long ago still made her smile, sending a flutter of heat through her belly. At least that one thing hadn’t changed along with everything else twisting up her mind.
Her grandmother cleared her throat, and Branwen felt her cheeks flush hot. The room was a bit too warm, of course, but she’d just gotten caught ogling a man’s a*s in plain sight.
Her husband’s, yes, but she still felt like a silly adolescent girl.
She turned toward her grandmother and smiled.
“Happy birthday, Grandmother. How does it feel, one hundred years?”
Elizabeth settled her shawl more closely
