Normally, I enjoyed my weekends. Under normal circumstances, I might have been thinking about going out to a club or calling some friends about a movie.

Something.

But the only way I was going to a club or a movie would be if my bodyguard tagged along – and while I wouldn’t mind if it was Liam, Liam had been off yesterday and today.

His replacement was a stern-faced guy who made Liam look positively outgoing. He could be on duty for hours, and we’d barely speak five words to each other.

And there was no way I was going to think about going out or making plans with him along.

I spent that Saturday puttering around the house, taking care of errands and doing some online shopping. I was considering going to the pub on the next street over when somebody knocked at the door.

I didn’t even get out of the living room before my bodyguard intervened, holding up a hand in a familiar signal. I’ll deal with this, that hand said.

Annoyed, I went to peer out the window.

He gave me a dark look where he stood with his hand on the doorknob.

“You can open up,” I told him. “It’s my grandmother.”

That stern face of his didn’t soften even a little as he complied, opening the door for Millie to come inside.

She arrived in a cloud of Chanel No. 5, all smiles as she greeted my bodyguard then came bustling over toward me. We hugged each other, and she brushed my hair back from my face. “I take it that Liam is off today?” she asked, gesturing toward the man who’d taken his place back up by the door.

“Yes. He’s back on tomorrow.” Thank goodness. I didn’t look at the Grim Reaper who stood looming in the doorway. It wasn’t really his fault we hadn’t connected and that I all but counted the hours on the days when Liam wasn’t here. “Come on. I haven’t eaten lunch yet. I’ll make us something.”

“That sounds delightful.” She put her bag down and the two of us – the three of us – walked into the kitchen.

Millie’s eyes widened slightly as she turned to face me. “Do you ever have any privacy now?”

“Very little,” I said, annoyance showing in my voice.

It wasn’t as bad when Liam was there, and it wasn’t just because we were sleeping together either. Liam didn’t feel like he was a burr, rubbing at the tender, exposed skin.

Determined not to think about it and let it ruin my mood, I gestured for her to sit at the breakfast bar while I rummaged around for something to eat. “Sandwiches okay, Grandma?”

“Oh, yes. I’m not picky.”

We chatted as I got everything together and joined her at the bar. As we put our sandwiches together, Millie asked, “I don’t suppose your father has told you anything more about this threat against you, has he?”

“He’s not even sure there is a threat.” Rolling my eyes, I slathered some mustard on the bread and topped off my ham and swiss creation.

“He must have some reason to think there’s a threat to you. Otherwise…” Millie’s eyes strayed toward the silent man by the doorway.

“He worries too much.” I shook my head. “I don’t want to talk about it either. The more I do, the bitchier I get.”

Millie threw back her head and laughed. “I never would have thought you would bitch about having big, strong men hovering at your heels.”

I made a face at her.

That only amused her even more.

“You see what it’s like having somebody hover at your heels twenty-four seven.”

There was a knock at the door. Not in any hurry to disrupt my meal, I looked at my guard. He eyed me narrowly then turned to go see who it was.

“He’s a grumpy one, isn’t he?” Millie asked. “So unlike Liam.”

A smile bowed up her lips, and I tensed, not liking the look in her eyes.

“What are you getting at, Grandma?”

She waved a hand. “I’m not the one who got at anything. That would be you.” She pointed at me. “Or are you going to tell me the two of you haven’t been intimate?”

I glowered at her, watching the doorway nervously.

“Relax, I’m not going to say anything else,” she told me before taking a bite of her sandwich. “As long as he’s still doing his job by you, that’s all that matters.”

“So, you’re not…going to lecture me?”

“You’re a grown woman. He’s an attractive man.”

The guard returned, carrying a box and several envelopes with him. “It was your mail. You have a delivery.”

He put everything on the bar and returned to his station.

Millie glanced at the box.

“I’ve been doing some online shopping,” I told her. “Going stir crazy here and it keeps me sane.”

“You aren’t locked inside the house, darling. Go out, go have some fun. These boys can keep up with you.” A mischievous glint appeared in her eyes, but she said nothing else.

“I’m not going to a club with a bodyguard hovering at my shoulder.” I glanced over at Tall, Dark, and Broody and added, “He doesn’t exactly blend.”

* * *

Later, Millie and I sat in the sunroom. She sipped her iced tea before putting the glass down and looking at me, a rather serious expression on her face.

“There’s something I wanted to talk to you about.”

“Is everything okay?” I asked. Although Grandma was active and fit, she was getting older. If something was wrong…

“You worry too much, darling,” Millie said with a sigh. “But no, nothing is wrong. I’ve just…well, I’ve decided it’s time to make some changes.”

“What…like a haircut?”

She laughed. “Heavens, no. I’m talking about Pleasure Island, Mila.”

I went still, eying her.

“You know that I’ve always planned to leave the island and the resort to you.”

“Yes.” I nodded, uncertain where she was going with this.

“I’ve decided I don’t want to wait any longer.” She held out a hand, and I took it, letting her tug me closer. “I’m ready to slow down and retire. I want to turn over ownership of the island and the resort to you…now.”

I gaped at her. “Now?”

“Yes.” She squeezed my hand, then got to her feet, moving around the sunroom with a restlessness that was unlike her. “It’s time for you, sweetheart. I’ve had a good long run with it, but as I said…I’m ready to slow down.”

“Are you sure there’s nothing wrong with you?”

Millie laughed. “I’m just getting older, darling, and I want to…relax. And just enjoy my time. But the resort will need somebody to take over, and you know I want it to be you.”

My head was spinning.

“I don’t know what to say.”

“If you’re not ready to say yes, then will you at least think about it?” Millie came back to me and once more, she took my hand.

I squeezed her fingers. “Of course, I’ll think about it.”

The question was…would I be able to think about anything else?