To the extent that later, when Matthew Saxon again suggested visiting her husband, Scarlett Yates' first reaction was to find a restaurant and have a hearty meal before going.
"Grandpa, you lost."
Matthew Saxon pushed aside a pile of knives and forks in front of him, smiling like a sly fox, his slender eyes lazily half-closed, and his voice was lazy too, as if he might fall asleep at any moment, hoarse and deep, "A bet's a bet, Grandpa. Can you agree to my terms now?"
He said this while extending his hand towards Ian Douglas, yawning and speaking lazily, "Grandpa, the key."
Ian Douglas' brows furrowed tightly into a bunch, looking extremely angry, his face as unpleasant as it could get.
As a silent spectator all along, Scarlett Yates once again marveled at Matthew Saxon's audacity, able to anger his dear grandfather to the point of speechlessness, yet not feeling the least bit ashamed. How thick-skinned must one be to manage that?
