My Husband's Wealthy Parents Toasted to My 'Humble Background,' Laughing That I Was Their Charity Case – But What My 80-Year-Old Grandfather Did Next Made Them Go Pale
Somehow that had made everything he said stick harder.
Her lips brushed the air beside my cheek.
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"Oh, look at her," she cooed, peering into Hazel's blanket. "So precious. Is this blanket handmade?"
"My grandfather made it," I said.
"How rustic."
Grandpa smiled politely.
Her lips brushed the air beside my cheek.
It was the same smile he wore whenever someone underestimated him.
I'd learned early in life that that smile usually meant someone was about to make a very expensive mistake.
***
Harrison was at the bar when we entered.
He was holding court with two men in gray suits.
His voice carried the way rich voices do when they want to be overheard.
Harrison was at the bar when we entered.
"... Big development play," he was saying. "Four hundred acres, dirt cheap. The town council loved the proposal. We told them we'd include a wellness center."
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One of the men laughed.
"Tiny little thing," Harrison said, pinching his fingers together. "Maybe an acre if they're lucky. Gives everyone something wholesome to point at."
If Harrison wasn't talking about golf, he was talking about buying something.
"The other three hundred ninety-nine acres?" Harrison swirled the ice in his glass.
"Gives everyone something wholesome to point at."
"Data center. Cooling infrastructure." Harrison grinned. "That's where the real money is. Nobody builds a four-hundred-acre wellness center."
Another laugh.
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