“Want a snack?” she offered in general. “I’m thinking of grilling some steaks later, but it takes that grill forever to heat up. I want to get a new one.” “I need to talk to you,” Nick said. “No, he doesn’t,” Noah said quickly. “Noah,” Nick said with a look. Abby was amazed when her grandfather sighed. “All right, but don’t say I didn’t warn you. I think I’ll go see if Henry wants to go grab a beer.” With that, he snatched his fedora off the coat rack and went out the front door. Abby carried the popcorn and a glass of ice water into the living room. Placing both on the coffee table, she sat on the sofa. “You look worried. Is something wrong with my grandfather?” “No.” Nick reached for both of her hands and gave a gentle tug. Surprised, Abby got to her feet.
