Chapter199

#Chapter199

Oh, hell, not you

Maggie

I was in the kitchen getting coffee for Nash and me when someone knocked on the front door. I answered the door to find an older woman with bright red lipstick standing there.

/"Can I help you?/"

She gave me a toothy grin. /"No, but I can help you./" She winked at me.

Okay, that’s weird.

Nixon reached the top of the stairwell. He spotted the woman as his eyes widened. Then he ran and grabbed everyone.

/"Are you freaking kidding me?/" Nash asked.

/"Dude, I do many things. But I don’t kid about Grammy./"

They came downstairs to find us.

/"Nashville,/" the woman said.

/"Grammy./"

/"Wait. What?/" I asked.

He rolled his eyes. /"Never mind./"

/"Did she call you Nashville?/"

/"No./"

/"Liar. You’re so full of shit that your breath stinks./" She smirked.

He tilted his head, giving her an unamused look.