But there was one other thing. She couldn’t see living there with Otto. She couldn’t even see taking him there for some sweet loving.
“A bachelorette pad,” Rachel repeated. “Grandmother, are you feeling well?”
“I’ve never been better.”
“Have you talked to Jamie about any of this?”
“Not yet.” She bet Jamie would be all for it though. He wasn’t one to hang on to things that weren’t serving him for sentimental reasons. He’d encourage her to go after what she wanted too, especially love.
Did she love Otto?
She didn’t know, but she wanted to try it on for size. His kissdidsend her into a nice tizzy though.
She returned her attention to her granddaughter. She wasn’t ready to tell Rachel about any of those details—there was something warm about holding some of the private things close to her heart. It’d been so long since she’d had them.
“So, to recap,” Rachel began in her organized way, “you’re seeing someone and want to sell your home to get a place more conducive to…” She trailed off.
“Sexy times,” Lottie completed for her.
Rachel winced. “Can we call it something else?”
“Sweetie, do you think people stop wanting physical intimacy when they get older? Your libido doesn’t change with age. Christian Grey will still want kinky sex when he’s eighty.” She pursed her lips, pondering. “Maybe my new pad can have a red room. Or maybe a pink room, because I don’t think I’m really that extreme.”
Rachel stood up. “Jamie has whiskey in his office.”
Lottie grinned, amused by her innocent granddaughter.
At the door, Rachel paused. “Do you really want to sell your house, Grandma?”
She sobered, looking at her granddaughter. “I think so, but not if it’s going to upset you. It’s been your home too.”
“But I have a new home,” Rachel said. “And there’s no reason you can’t have one too, if that’s what you want.”
“It’s what I want,” she said softly.
She saw the moment Rachel decided; her back straightened and she lifted her chin with the determination she’d gotten from her. “Then you should do it. Want me to have our real estate person call you?"
She smiled. “Yes, please.” She went back to her signs, humming, imagining having a new space.
And a new bed.
Gasping at the idea, she paused. She wanted a big wide bed, with lots of pillows and room to frolic.
Would Otto want to frolic with her?
If his kiss was any indication, he was certainly considering it.
Eighteen
Lottie was waiting for him when Danny arrived at Winners Inc.
“I’m still sore from our last match,” she said, buttoning up her coat. “You’re doing all the work today.”
He leaned down and kissed her cheek. “Good morning to you too.”
Grinning, she patted his chest. “You ready?”
He smiled back. “What are we doing today?”