No More Waiting, She Chooses Love novel Chapter 864

My arm stung from Fanny's pinch—her silent warning to shut me up.

Honestly, I was a bit embarrassed too. This was one of those things best left unspoken, something Fanny and I could joke about in private but not blurt out like that, especially not when it involved family, even if the ties weren't bound by blood.

Grant finally caught on, "Wait, what did you say?"

Ernest cleared his throat, "He said you better get the grill going. The ladies are hungry."

Grant's social radar was clearly malfunctioning. Surely he was playing dumb on purpose, right?

Sinclair, the one at the center of it all, finally spoke up. "Stay away from my Fanny."

He had that calm, protective parent vibe, his face as unreadable as ever. It was hard not to feel guilty for ever doubting his intentions with Fanny.

But his attachment to her was anything but simple. This man wore his heart on his sleeve, and even when pointed out, he wasn't fazed.

You could see how fiercely protective he was, and he wasn't going to back down.

I glanced over at Fanny. She rolled her eyes and tugged me down onto the deck beside her. "Keep talking nonsense, and we're done."

The sea breeze tousled our hair, warm and soft. I swung my legs and said, "Fanny, Sinclair really likes you, and he won't let go that easily."

"You're still talking," Fanny, ever the rational one, seemed adamant about denying any deeper feelings Sinclair might have for her.

Was she resisting the idea, or just unable to accept it?

I leaned back, propping myself up on my elbows, gazing at the azure sky, choosing not to push further.

Some things you have to figure out on your own; others pointing it out won't make it sink in.

Fanny burst out laughing, "That's disgusting."

"I'm just stating facts. It's like if you don't pluck a fresh peach at its prime, why wait until it's shriveled and dry?" I teased, winking at her. "Right now, your Uncle is fresh and ripe."

"Felicia, you're such a flirt," Fanny shot back.

"Please, you're the expert here. You've probably lost track of how many women you've charmed," I joked, fully embracing my role as the provocateur.

Fanny covered my mouth with her hand, and I mumbled protests, the two of us dissolving into laughter.

Not far off, Ernest and Sinclair watched our playful banter. Ernest chuckled, "You should rein in your family. Stop bullying my wife; she’s pregnant, you know."

"My family happens to specialize in obstetrics," Sinclair replied, unabashedly owning the situation.