The Proposal

Lilian sighed dramatically, as if she'd expected nothing less. "And who is this fine young man?" Her sharp gaze raked over him like she was analyzing a puzzle she hadn't solved yet. "Boyfriend?"

Drake cleared his throat and extended a hand, offering her the most polite yet firm smile he could manage. "Drake. And I think Chay just made herself clear. Maybe pick this up some other time."

"Or never," Chay added, folding her arms.

Lilian tilted her head, clearly unfazed. "I'm her grandmother. I can see her whenever I like."

Drake's spine straightened. Grandmother.

The realization struck like lightning, connecting all the loose threads of information he had about Chay's family.

Drake hated to be disrespectful to little old ladies, but damn, this woman reeked of trouble.

"Ma'am," he said, his voice polite but unwavering, "I'd hate to be disrespectful, but I'd like you to listen to your granddaughter's wishes."