The Year of Second Chances (A Sunnyvale Novel Book 3) Read Online Free

frisky when you think I’m not around.”
    Oh, my God! She did not seriously just say that!
    Kai chokes on a laugh, and grandma Stephy wags a finger at him.
    “I mean it, young man,” she warns. “No getting handsy with my granddaughter. She’s a sweet, innocent girl and should be treated that way.”
    I lower my head into my hands, mortified. Someone, please, please put me out of my misery.
    “Yes, ma’am,” Kai says with amusement.
    “Good boy,” she tells him then slings the strap of her purse over her shoulder and heads for the front door. “Isa, is there anything specific you want for dinner or any place you want to go eat at?”
    I raise my head and look at her. “Whatever’s easiest on you works for me.”
    “Don’t worry about that.” She grips the doorknob. “I just want you to worry about what you want.”
    “Let’s just go out, then.” That way, she won’t have to worry about cooking.
    She opens the door. “All right, I’ll see you at about six.” She starts to step outside but halts. “And Kai is more than welcome to come with us, just as long as you two promise not to do anything lovey-dovey like feed each other at the table.”
    When I gape at her, she shoots me an innocent smile before strolling out the door.
    Shaking my head, I turn around to face Kai. “I love her to death, but I swear she loves embarrassing me.”
    Kai grins. “We should pay her back, then, and feed each other at the table.”
    That gets me to laugh. “That would be funny, but I don’t think it’d embarrass her. It’d probably give her more ammunition to embarrass us.”
    “ Us ?” he questions with a crook of his brow. “Isa, Isa, Isa … You silly, cute girl, you should know better than to think anything your grandma says will embarrass me. We both know you’re the one who gets embarrassed.”
    I roll my eyes, like “how absurd,” even though it’s true. “Whatever. I so do not.”
    “Oh, really?” A challenge dances in his eyes as he sets the computer aside, rises to his feet, and slowly crosses the room toward me. “So you’re saying that, when I call you a silly girl or cute, you don’t get all squirmy?” He stops in front of me and grazes his knuckles across my cheeks. “And your cheeks don’t get all pink?”
    “No.” My blazing, wildfire cheeks declare my lie. “I didn’t even realize you called me stuff like that.”
    A cocky smile plays at the corners of his lips. “You’re such a liar, but that’s okay. That’s kind of cute, too.” My embarrassment soars through the roof while a winner’s grin plasters across his face. “See? There you go, looking all cute again.”
    Rolling my eyes, I brush past him and change the subject before my flaming hot cheeks erupt in flames. “Can we look at those files now?” I reach to pick up the computer.
    He gently smacks my hand away. “No way. You have to go get ready to fake kill some zombies.”
    I glance at the time on the clock. “But you said we’re going at noon, and it’s only nine o’clock.”
    “We have to make a couple of stops first.” He collects the laptop and sits down on the sofa. “I have to go talk to someone about letting me crash at their place rent-free for a couple of weeks until I can get a job and start paying half the rent. Then I have to apply for a couple of jobs. And then, later tonight, one of my friends is going to give me some spare tires and help tow my car back to town.”
    “He’s just going to give you some spare tires? That’s nice of him.”
    “Yeah, it is. He actually got them from a junkyard that his dad owns. They’re not great or anything, but they should last long enough to get the car home.”
    “Does he have a tow truck, too?”
    “Nope, just a tow dolly, but it should work.”
    “Good. I’m glad that’s one less thing you have to worry about.”
    “Me, too.” He taps the track pad, opening a file. “Although, I still don’t know how I’m going to get the car fixed. I need