probably kind of risky.â
He shrugged. âI love her, Maggie. The woman makes me feel like a man again instead of some old, worthless, worn-out bag of bones.â
She rubbed her forehead, not wanting to dig too deeply into what exactly that might entail.
âThis doesnât change anything, sweetie. Dottie and I havenât decided if weâre going to keep her house or mine, but weâd love to have you live with us.â
She laughed. âWith a couple of lovesick newlyweds?â
Her grandfather scowled. âItâs wonât be like that. Weâre too old to be carrying on.â He actually blushed and gave her a sidelong look, his lips curving into a slow smile. âMuch.â
Maggie was glad sheâd swallowed her last drink of tea. Otherwise, sure as the sun rose in the morning, sheâd have spurted it across the dashboard. Hot on the heels of that thought came the realization that her grandfather wouldnât be alone when she left for New York.
A heavy weight lifted from her shoulders, and a huge grin broke free.
âFirst, Pops, let me say congratulations. As soon as I get parked at the roadhouse, Iâll give you a big old hug and a kiss. Then, Iâm ordering a bottle of Bubbaâs finest champagneâif he carries anyâand which will probably be one step away from rubbing alcoholâto toast your upcoming nuptials.â
She paused, let out a huge breath. âThereâs something else, though. Something I need to share. To discuss with you. Itâs what I thought you were upset about.â
âIâm not upset.â
âI realize that now. But you said you wanted to talk, and you were acting kind of funny.â
âI was nervous.â
âNervous? You?â
âAbout telling you. Afraid youâd think I was being unfaithful to your grandmother.â
âOh, Pops.â Her eyes filled with tears, and she blinked frantically. âNever. Grandma Trudy was a lucky, lucky woman. All anybody had to do was look at the two of you, and they couldnât help seeing the love you shared. You were a great husband; she was a wonderful wife. You set an incredible example of what marriage should be.â
Her hands gripped the wheel a little tighter as emotion flooded her. âBut Grandma wouldnât want you to live the rest of your life alone.â She glanced up through the windshield and waved a hand at the early evening sky. âMy guess is that biggest, brightest star up there is her, smiling down on us right now. Giving her blessing.â
Maggie heard a muffled sound and swiveled to see her grandpa blowing his nose on the white handkerchief he always carried. Even in the dim light from the dash, she saw his eyes were moist. Her own throat ached with unshed tears.
My news, now. Time to dive in. âYou know I signed to do a fall line of clothing.â
âYep. For one of them big labels. Iâm so damned proud of you, Maggie, girl. You put off going away to school to help with Grandma when she got sick, then one thing and another. Turns out you didnât need that piece of paper. Youâre gonna be a huge success without that degree.â
âI think the juryâs still out on that.â
âYouâve got a gift, Maggie, and now the world is gonna get to see it.â
âThe showâs in New York.â
Dawning realization flashed in his eyes. âHow long you gonna be gone?â
âIâm moving there, Pops.â
Voice thick, he said, âShould have guessed that. Probably would have if I hadnât been so wrapped up in my own doings.â
He patted her shoulder. âYouâve worked hard to make this happen. Canât say Iâm not gonna miss you âcause I will. Like Iâd miss my right arm. But Iâm happy for you, sweetheart. Youâre gonna take that city by storm.â
He raised a hip and tucked his hanky into his back pocket. âLooks