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Chapter 18: Opinions

CHAPTER 18

Rose makes us breakfast. "It's indecent for a man his age to be chasing you this way," she mutters as she set two big plates of scrambled eggs and toast on the table.

"Grandma, I never eat this much for breakfast," I tell her, scraping half the eggs back into the pan. No way am I about to let her ruin my healthy eating habits, not to mention Liam would kill me. "And Edward is not chasing me."

Rose sinks into one of the two chairs in my tiny kitchen and snorts. "He's taking you to the heart of New York City to go shopping."

I roll my eyes at her comment. My grandmother has a gift in making everything sound ten times more dramatic than it really is. Hence the reason I do not want her to find out about me and Harry. I pour myself a glass of orange juice before answering.

"He's just a sweet old man that's doing his grandson a favor."

"More like a dirty old man," Rose corrects me. "Isn't he the one who talked Harry into hiring you? Hmmm?"

I instantly regret telling her some more details about my new job last night, some of which included how I got my job in the first place. "Are you seriously mad about that? If it wasn't for him I would most likely be a hobo on the streets right now!"

"I'm just saying," she purses her lips and takes a sip from her morning coffee. "Edward Styles wants something from you. Men don't do things like that without expecting something in return."

If she thinks Edward is pining after me, it's a good thing I haven't mentioned Harry. She'll have the two of us engaged and expecting our first child before she finishes her eggs.

"Why do you have to be so suspicious?" I stab rather violently at my eggs, picturing my boss's face. I still can't believe he basically guilted me into going tonight. Though I can't deny that I'm getting a little bit excited; it's been too long since I went out.

"Maybe I wouldn't be so suspicious if it weren't for your mother," Rose replies quietly. My fork pauses in midair and I glance up at my grandmother with shock. Usually, it's an unspoken rule that we don't talk about my mother, but now here she is bringing her up over morning eggs.

I never knew my mother as she died shortly after I was born. Rose and her husband, my grandfather, Henry, raised me my entire life. When I was around sixteen Rose finally told me the tragic story of my parents. Actually, scratch that, it isn't a very tragic story at all. After hearing it, I'm kind of relieved I never knew my mother. She was a prostitute, as soon as she graduated high school she joined the business apparently just to piss off Rose and Henry. After about a month one of her...customers got her pregnant, with me. So nobody knows who my father is, and a few months after she had me, my mother was shot. It all happened very quickly and nobody really knows the details.

Since I never knew either of my parents, none of this really affected me growing up. I can't say the same for Rose, though. Especially after Henry died a couple years ago, she has been dwelling on the mistakes my mother made in her short life.

"If it weren't for my mother, you wouldn't have ever had me to love you," I wrap my arms around her neck and kiss her cheek. "You have to stop thinking it's your fault," I add in a whisper.

Rose doesn't answer. I return back to my seat and finish the rest of my eggs. Only when I put my fork down does she speak again.

"You know, I might be wrong about Edward, but I do think Harry has a little crush on you," my grandmother winks at me.