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?"

I'm quite fond of Josie myself. Too bad she's your granddaughter. Would've been lovely if

she were your granddaughter, how would she marry

just

with bringing the two families closer?" "What's good about it? I may be Josie's granddad, but I can't dictate her love life. You sly old fox, you think because your grandson pulled that cloud seeding stunt to keep Josie

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 was caught again; nothing got past

Josie is delicate and

"You've got it all wrong! Oliver's tough with strangers, but

wrong? No, he had to

Hattie spoke plainly, "Oliver, your grandpa seems

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