She drew back from him, visibly horrified at the idea. “Good night nurse, Gavin Valentine. I’ve been making my own investment decisions since your daddy was in diapers and I’m perfectly capable of continuing to make them without your input.”
He held up his hands in exasperation. “Well, I don’t understand, then. What am I doing here?”
She looked around the space, then back at him. “Because this is yours.”
He turned the words over in his mind, looking at them from a few different angles, but still couldn’t make them compute. “What do you mean, mine?”
“I mean I own the building and I set aside this apartment for you. Reasonable rent, I assure you. Since you’re going to be staying in Valentine Bay and you need a place of your own.”
“I haven’t told anyone that I’m staying for sure, yet.”
She cut her eyes at him. “Let’s not play games, shall we?”
He smiled to himself. She had a great bullshit meter and about zero tolerance for the stuff. “Fair enough.”
He took a slower stroll around the perimeter of the apartment. He could definitely see himself here. It was so high up that when he looked out the windows, he could almost imagine he was in a small plane, looking down on the town as he came in for a landing.
He turned back to his grandmother. “Yeah. You’re right. I love it. When can I move in?”
She smiled. A rare-ish occurrence, and he always liked it when he was the grandson who caused it.
She held out her hand, a shiny key on a ring dangling from her fingers. “Just as soon as you can wrangle those brothers of yours to help carry your things up those two flights of narrow stairs.”