5
The Unwelcome Chaperone
A blast of cold air made me cross my arms over my carefully displayed body, and when Jared turned around, his eyes widened with fear, not with lust.
What the hell…?
I turned to see the very angry ghost of my Italian grandmother standing behind me. She held a rolling pin like a weapon she couldn’t decide whether to throw or hit me with. Whereas her hair been completely gray when she died, she looked like I remembered her from my childhood with gray streaks, only a few wrinkles, and black eyes that could impale you with disappointment and make you feel guilty for everything you’d ever done.
Since the last time I’d seen her, I’d done a lot.
“Nona?” I asked. Gods, how I’d missed her. She’d been my father’s mother but had been able to keep my own mother in line,
