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“My goodness, look at him.” My nana openly gawks at Hudson from across the table for the hundredth time since we arrived nearly an hour ago.

“Dear lord, Mom. Would you stop looking at Lennon’s boyfriend like you want to eat him?” My mom seems slightly embarrassed by Nana’s behavior, but not the least bit surprised.

“Maybe I do want to eat him. Have you looked at those biceps?” She winks at Hudson who struggles to keep his laughter in check.

“We’ve all seen his biceps, Nana.” Starr nudges our grandmother with her elbow and the two snicker together.

“Are you regretting your decision to come now?” I grind out under my breath so only Hudson can hear me.

“Are you kidding? I’m having a blast.” Hudson beams at me. “I’m pretty sure you have the coolest Nana ever,” he says a little louder so that she can hear.

“Lenny, I tell you what, if you don’t marry this man then I just might. I may have gone a few laps but my tires still have a little tread.” She raises her eyebrows suggestively.

“Nana.” I cover my mouth to hide my smile.

“I’m just saying.” She shrugs, completely unapologetic.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself, Mom. I think it’s a little early to be talking about marriage,” my mom interjects, giving me a look that says she hopes she’s right.

She is right. We’ve only been together going on four months. Not to mention his divorce isn’t technically finalized, so we couldn’t get married even if we wanted to.

Now who’s getting ahead of themselves?

“On that note.” My father stands. “Gentleman, care to join me for a beer?” he asks, his gaze on Hudson.

“Absolutely.” Hudson drops a kiss to my temple before quickly standing to join my father.

“Come on, Mark.” My father gives his son-in-law a look that has Mark standing in an instant.

“Boys.” Starr sighs, shaking her head as they walk through the yard and disappear inside the garage moments later.

It’s a beautiful mid-October day so my mom decided to host lunch outside. This is the first Sunday lunch we’ve made it to in a while. Needless to say it’s been an interesting meal with Nana meeting Hudson.

My time with Hudson has gone by in a flash and in less than a week he will be leaving to go on tour. I’ve tried to not think about it too much but it’s nearly impossible not to when the days seem to be disappearing right in front of my eyes.

“So Lennon, tell us the scoop. Is he as good in bed as I think he probably is?” Nana asks. My poor mother sucks tea into the wrong hole the moment the question leaves Nana’s mouth. It takes her a good sixty seconds to get her coughing fit under control by which point I’m still not sure what to say to my dirty grandmother.

“Well.” She raps her knuckles on the table, still waiting for me to respond.

“You can’t ask her things like that,” my mom objects.

“Why the hell not? We’re all grown women here.”

“I’m with Nana.” Starr grins, leaning her elbows on the table in front of her as she waits for me to say something.

“You two, honestly.” My mom shakes her head.

“I’m not having this conversation,” I say, siding with my mother.

“Oh don’t be a spoil sport,” Starr whines.

“I’m not going to discuss my sex life in front of my mother and grandmother.”

“So he’s that good, huh? Damn, I knew it.” Nana takes my silence as confirmation.

I mean she’s right, he is that good. Hell, he’s better than just good. But that doesn’t mean I’m going to tell her so.

“I didn’t say anything.”

“You don’t have to. How about this, give me a wink if he’s ‘blow your mind off the charts’ good.” My grandmother stares at me, waiting.

I don’t know what comes over me, but without thinking about it I close my right eye. Nana whoops loudly seconds later.

“I knew it.” She smacks the table.

“Honestly, mother.” My mom stands. “If you will excuse me, I need away from this conversation.” She starts clearing plates and disappears inside moments later.

“You’re mother always has been wound too tight. I think your father needs to work her over a bit. Ease some of that tension she’s carrying.”

“That’s it for me.” I hold my hands up in surrender while Starr covers her ears and starts making la la la noises to block Nana out. “I love you, Nana, but the last thing I want to think about is Mom and Dad...” I crinkle my nose and shake my head. “Just no.”

“No fun. Any of ya.” Nana laughs.

Since I haven’t seen any of them in a month, we spend the next several minutes catching up. My mom eventually rejoins us and I can tell how relieved she is that Nana is no longer talking about sex.

I’m in the middle of telling Starr about meeting Annabelle – leaving out the meltdown I nearly had afterward – when her gaze goes behind me.

I turn to see Hudson crossing the yard toward us, my breath catching in my throat as I watch the way his powerful thighs flex through his jeans with each step he takes. By the time he reaches me I’m flustered and very ready to go home.

He stops next to my chair and crouches down beside me.

“You about ready?” he asks. “I have to call Jerry by three.”

“Of course.” I offer him my hand, allowing him to pull me to my feet.

“Ladies.” Hudson nods at my mom, grandmother, and sister, throwing them each a dimple filled smile before turning back to me. I see my grandmother fan herself out of the corner of my eye.

That woman...

“I’m gonna go say goodbye to my dad. I’ll meet you at the car?”

“Sounds good.” He presses a kiss to my temple before turning and walking away.