Chapter 10

“Your closet is my grandmother’s closet,” Del said almost under his breath. “His eyes might not look like mine, Ginger, but I still wonder if he took my place in her heart more than you.”

Once Kelly Clarkson filled the house with Christmas cheer to which we might not have been fully receptive, Del headed for Baily’s room a few minutes behind him. Naturally, right on Del’s heels from the start, I followed, not trusting the guy as far as I could throw my favorite jingle ball.

I pretended to groom myself on Baily’s neatly made bed, while Del pretended to search for jeans or sweatpants under it. Once at the dresser, he pulled a couple of drawers all the way out to look behind them, just like he’d done in the den the night before.

“Fancy.” Nosy Del studied a gold watch he’d snatched up from in amongst Baily’s socks. “Did my grandmother buy him this?” he asked me.

Bite me. Better yet, let me bite you.