Free Free Pass (Free Will Book 1) by Allie Kincheloe Page B

to Jake.
    Crap.
    Was I ready for that? Ready to know if he wanted more than just sex. It's easy for a guy to pretend he cared. What if he didn't?
    My heart started breaking already.
    Jake took the news about meeting my grandmother calmly. When he heard she insisted they meet, he saved his work and closed his laptop. He followed me back to the ICU.
    Granny's eyes were sharp as razors when she looked Jake over. "Why are you here?"
    Well, that was blunt. Granny never beat around the bush when she could jump right in.
    "Jimmy and Susie said you wanted to meet me." Jake gestured for me to take the only chair, but I sat on the bed next to Granny and let him have the seat.
    "No shit. I meant why are you at the hospital. You just started fooling around with my granddaughter a few days ago, a bit soon to be hanging around the hospital with her family."
    He sighed and ran his hands through his hair. "She needed me."
    "Did she now?" Her piercing glare never left Jake. He shifted a bit, looking uncomfortable with the scrutiny, but didn't bolt.
    "She did." He smiled at me, adding, "And I'm not just fooling around with your granddaughter."
    "Uh huh... Why should I believe that? You hardly know her. "
    Shit.
    Granny didn't like him. She'd kicked such a fuss with my cousins that she'd made them break up with boyfriends and girlfriends she didn't like before. I didn't want to lose Jake before I even knew what we really had.
    Jake threw his head back and laughed. The idiot freaking laughed. "I'm crazy about Laney. And you can believe that, or not." His eyes met mine, and my heart skipped a beat at his intensity.
    "Why?"
    With confusion crinkling his eyes, he turned back to Granny. "Why what? Why do I like Laney? Or why should you believe me?"
    Granny's eyes narrowed. She glared at him until he spoke. He didn't look at her when he answered. He looked right into my eyes, his hand holding mine.
    "I'm crazy about Laney because she's everything I've ever wanted. She's funny. She looks like an angel, but kisses like the devil. She makes my heart race just by smiling at me."
    I couldn't breathe.
    He turned his gaze back to her then. "And I don't care if you believe me or not. As long as Laney does, that's what matters."
    Lord, she was going to kill him. No one ever spoke to Granny like that. Ever. A cackling laugh rang out and I hunted for the source. No one was there but us and Granny...
    Wait. What just happened?
    My jaw dropped and I gaped at them both. Maybe aliens abducted my Granny, and this was just a Granny look-alike. Yeah, that had to be it. There's no way he told her off and she laughed about it. Jake smiled at her and brought my hand up to his lips. I pulled my hand away from him and pinched myself. Hard. This had to be a dream. No other explanation made sense.
    "Would I be correct in saying that you do not find my granddaughter defective in any way then, young man?" Granny questioned him again. Like a dog with a bone, she wouldn't give up until she's gnawed it beyond recognition.
    "Defective?" His eyes searched mine. "Why would I find Laney defective?"
    My eyes filled with tears. "Because Austin did. I wasn't enough. My boobs weren't enough. Our sex life wasn't enough."
    "Oh, honey." He reached for me. Pulling me into his lap in that lone chair, he kissed me. Soft warm lips met mine. His tongue coaxed my mouth open so that he could deepen the kiss.
    "My brother is a damn fool." He cupped my cheek in his hand and brushed his lips against mine.
    "Your boobs are perfect." He trailed his fingertips ever so lightly over my chest. He skimmed down my body to squeeze my ass. "Your ass is beyond perfect," he said with an appreciative growl. "And I know damn well our sex life will be fucking perfect when we get to that point too."
    I buried my face in his neck. My tears soaked the collar of his shirt. The insecure voice in my head screamed guys would say anything to a girl they want to get with. My heart wanted to believe him though, and pounded