Anna watched him shovel the last bite into his mouth and swallow. “Simon, you git ’nough to eat?” Granny propped her hands on her hips and stared at his empty plate. Simon glanced at Granny. “What’d you say, Granny?” She raised her voice. “I said, did you git ’nough to eat?” Simon laid his fork down and glanced up at Anna. “I don’t know. Did I, Anna?” His words startled Anna, and she frowned. “How should I know?” Simon grinned at Granny and leaned forward. “Well, you’re the one usually tellin’ me to quit eatin’ up all Granny’s food. I wanted to check with you before I asked for another helping of those fried apples.” A retort sprang to her lips, but the teasing glint in his eyes made her smile instead. She settled back in her chair and crossed her arms. “I know what you’re up to, Simon Martin, and it’s not going to work.” His eyebrows arched. “Whatever do you mean, ma’am?” “You’re baiting me into fussing at you so you can keep on teasing until I lose my temper.”
