Brandon was pretending to be asleep when he heard the door open. He didn't jump to his feet because he recognized that the footsteps didn't belong to Bennett.

"Brandon, you still playing possum? Think you'll be cradling a great-grandkid if you keep this up?"

Brandon stayed silent. He was faking slumber, so how did Robert catch on?

Robert sat at the edge of Brandon's bed, his piercing gaze fixed on him. "Come on now, who're you trying to fool? There's no one else here. Putting on a show for my precious granddaughter, are you?" Brandon opened his eyes and sat up with a sheepish grin. "Robert, I knew it. Nothing gets past you, does it?"

Robert shot him a disapproving look. "So, this is how you treat my darling granddaughter, Josie? Taking advantage of her good nature?"

bit harsh, isn't it? I'm quite fond of Josie myself. Too

your granddaughter, how

fell silent. Robert knew just

good about it? I may be Josie's granddad, but I can't dictate her love life. You

didn't get any rain on my end, and the forecast was clear. Only your place got drenched. We're both old enough not to play these ghost stories with each other!" Brandon

grandson has a temper as unpredictable as the weather. My Josie

all wrong! Oliver's tough with strangers, but at home, he's

hand wrong? No,

your grandpa seems fine.

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