Baby Be Mine(Spinsters & Casanovas Series Book 1)(118)

“Ahhhhh.” Hunter cried out and fell. “Help me.”

And where did he fall? Right onto Clarice, where his head nestled nicely on her lap.

Oh hell! Hunter thought. It was damn comfortable. Even his extra soft custom-made pillow at home didn’t provide that much cushion to support his head. Damn, how was he supposed to sleep on his pillow from now on?

“Sir?” He heard her speak, shaking him from his comfort.

“Good God, Grandpa?” Anton said, coming around to Clarice’s side. “Are you all right?”

I’m fine down here. In fact, I’m enjoying my time very much, so leave me alone. Hunter kept silent as he felt his cousin heaving him up. But he wanted to stay in this position a little longer, so he put all his energy into trying to make himself as heavy as possible so Anton would give up his task.

“Good God!” he heard Anton say. “This grandpa is heavy.”

Hunter couldn’t help but smile a sneaky smile.

“It’s all right, Anton,” Clarice said, smiling.

Clarice looked at the old man in her lap. She felt a connection with him she couldn’t describe. She felt she could trust this man. This was odd because he was just a stranger. Maybe she had this trust for him because he was blind. Her hands itched to caress that rough stubble forming on his chin.

This old man was contradictory in all aspects. The blind man had grey-white hair, which was the normal pigmentation for most elderly people, but his skin looked so youthful, like that of a man in his early twenties. Perhaps she needed another eye surgery. But to appease her curiosity, she lightly stroked that cheek.

Hunter just wanted to purr like a cat. Why did Clarice have to touch his cheek? Her finger pads felt just right when they grazed his rough stubble. He could get used to that every morning.

Fern, who was on the other side, saw the whole fiasco and understood immediately what Hunter was doing, so with the goal of helping her friend, she pretended to walk with the fake old lady’s gait and when she got near Anton, she swooned right into his arms. Except she miscalculated her distance and fell onto the chair instead and accidently hit her forehead on the corner in the process.

“Ow!” God, that hurts. Immediately, Anton came to her side and rescued her from her embarrassing situation, which put a smile on her face again.

“Grandma, are you okay?” Anton asked in a worried tone, Clarice all forgotten with the grandpa sleeping on her lap.

“My weak knees,” she said as she rested her head against Anton’s shoulder when he picked her up. “They’re playing up again.”

Max, who was busy sipping his lemon drink, watched the whole hilarious scenario. It was so entertaining that he almost choked on his drink when began laughing.

On one side was Hunter, trying to gain Clarice’s attention by pretending to fall and then practically falling asleep on his cousin’s lap. On the other side was Fern, acting like she was a damsel in distress by swooning on her Prince Charming. God, he should pull out his iPhone and film the whole scene just to watch again and again. And then out of the corner of his eyes, he saw a waiter approaching them. Oh shit. Game over. He had to get them out of there fast.

“Oh, I think my grandma and grandpa aren’t feeling well. They must be suffering from their love sickness,” Max said, standing up. “Please excuse them.”

This comment made Fern and Hunter snap up their heads. Hunter woke from his delirium and simply rose out of Clarice’s lap, and Fern seemed to have the strength in her legs to stand again. Hooking his arms around the two people, Max led them out door again, a perfect exit for a strange family.