The moment Kyle’s SUV pulled up to the Misfit Inn and Spa, Abbey opened the door and slid out. She needed to escape his orbit for the sake of her sanity.
“Have a good day, Abbey.”
She shot him a level look. “I’m trusting you to behave yourselves.” She’d given him a full list of dos and don’ts for Granddaddy before they left the house.
He saluted from the driver’s seat. “I won’t let you down.”
They’d see about that.
“You’ve got my number if anything happens.” God help her.
“I’ll take good care of Granddaddy.” There was no trace of cocky amusement in his tone or expression, and she could only hope she’d properly conveyed the seriousness of the situation.
Abbey opened the door to the backseat and ducked in to brush a kiss over Granddaddy’s wrinkled cheek. “You behave, too. Don’t overdo
