#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.