A recipe for disaster (#2 of the Miller family)

5. Honorary guest

Jules' P.O.V.

“Nice to meet you,” I smiled at Koda Miller, feeling myself getting pulled deeper under his spell. I tried to maintain composure, but it was difficult quite honestly. Koda’s dark gaze was just so intense, and he looked at me in a way no man had ever looked at me before. His eyes seemed to hold some sort of mystery and a magnetic pull that made my heart skip a beat, and all I wanted to do was just jump into his muscled arms right then and there. And then, right when I was actually considering jumping right on top of the man, out of nowhere, Adam grabbed Koda by the shoulders and took him into what he had referred to as the kitchen, leaving me and Jenna to ourselves once more inside the living room.

Such a shame

I could have looked at that man for hours…

scratch that… not hours… days, weeks, months, forever?

“I’m calling dibs on that hunk of a man.” I grinned as I looked back at Jenna, whose eyes were still on the closed kitchen door. But after a microsecond, she seemed to snap out of her dreamy state, as she smiled widely and looked back at me.

“How long are you staying? Please tell me it’s days and not hours.” She asked me, to which I shrugged and grinned even wider.

“A couple of weeks actually.” I grinned at her, seeing Jenna’s eyes widen once again.

“Seriously? Your boss was OK with that?” Jenna asked me, tilting her head.

Ohoh… she has her antennas out

distract her!

“Sure.” I lied, walking around the room and looking at the walls because I knew Jenna would be able to see how I wasn’t telling her the truth. Because the truth was… urgh… I hated the truth, honestly. The truth of me losing my job, and not having a clue on what I was about to do with my life next, let alone the reason why I had lost my job… I mean… It was embarrassing as hell, and I was in no way ready to share that with her yet, no matter how long she had been my best friend. Today was a happy day, and I wasn’t about to let my dark clouds come in and ruin it for het either.

But then, the kitchen door opened again, and when I had hoped to see one handsome, broad-shouldered, brown-haired sexy specimen of a man being called Koda Miller, instead, a cute little old lady walked inside, with brown hair that was dyed one hundred percent because it had a massive purple glow to it. Her bright blue eyes searched the room until she found… me, and didn’t look away afterward either. Not one ounce of shame in her look.

“Well hello, who might you be?” The old lady spoke, walking over and immediately pulling me into a hug instead of a handshake.

Huh…

Would that be the Southern hospitality they always talk about?

Because boy… Koda Miller could show me all southern hospitality, if you know what I mean!

“Gran, meet Jules, my best friend from Chicago. Jules, meet Gran, Adam’s grandmother.” Jenna smiled as she waved between us, and once again, I reached out my hand to introduce myself like my mother had taught me to do, if I wanted to be polite and I wanted people to actually like me.

“Chicago? That’s far away.” The old lady spoke to me, her eyebrows rising as she looked me up and down. Not one ounce of doubt in her old, blue eyes once again.

She's a feisty little thing!

“Love the shoes, darling.” She told me, to which I giggled. I mean… old ladies giving compliments was always cute in a way. And with the way that she didn’t seem to have a filter for her mouth, made me fall in love with her instantly.

“You remind me of myself when I was young.” The old lady added, her smile turning into a full grin.

Oh,

now I adore her!

“Have you already met my other grandsons? I hope they were acting like gentlemen to you. If not, I did not raise them right.” She told me, to which I nodded and smiled.

“Yes, we met, and no, no complaints here, at all. They were perfect gentlemen.” I winked at her, seeing how she nodded, looking content with my answer.

“Good. Now, what plans do we have for the rest of the day?” Gran asked, turning to face Jenna as if somehow she had just become a part of our inner circle and the third member of our Charlie's Angels club.

“the boxes are all out of the truck, so the heavy lifting is over with,” Jenna answered Gran.

“I wanted to take Jenna over to the Bed and breakfast to show her around.” Jenna added, making me form an O with my lips. Wanting to see Jenna’s new Bed and Breakfast, had nearly slipped my mind because well… that sexy man I just met had erased my mind completely.

“Oh! I can be your honorary guest! I mean… I can test out your bed and breakfast, and give you some tips and tricks on what you can change before you open to the big public. Of course, I’ll pay you for staying there!” I told Jenna, who raised her eyebrows at me, giving me a look as if my telling her I would give her money, sounded ridiculous to her.

“Oh yes, you will stay at the bed and breakfast, and you will give me tips and tricks on what needs to change, but you will not pay me. I won’t allow it.” Jenna told me, to which I shook my head, knowing I wouldn’t win this battle with her. I knew for a fact how hard-headed that woman could be. We had shared a dorm room after all.

“Great!” Gran nodded, walking over to my suitcase, making me frown as I watched her walk to the front door.

“Jules darling, would you be a dear and carry your suitcase into my car, I will drive you over to the bed and breakfast now. Jenna can join us as soon as she has told the boys what to do without any female on the lookout, let’s all just hope and pray that will turn out alright,” Gran spoke with an 'you know what I mean' expression in her eyes, making me turn to Jenna with wide eyes.

Is this woman even allowed to drive at her age?

Am I even safe with this woman in the same car?

But given the apologetic look that Jenna sent me, I guess there was no getting out of this one.

“Sure.” I smiled as I turned myself back to this brown s***h purple-haired woman called ‘Gran’.

“Let me get my suitcase,” I added, walking toward the front door and having a silent prayer, hoping I would make it to the bed and breakfast in one piece, at least.

“I’ll be right behind you,” Jenna whispered to me, as if to tell me I would be OK in the end and she would be there to save me.

God,

I hope I would be OK in the end!