Chapter 72 She's Sees Through Me
He can’t be her father. Eden’s parents are both dead. He could be her uncle, I suppose. Or a family friend? He’s definitely too young to be her grandfather and I’ve always had the impression that Eden’s grandma was the only family she had left. She’s certainly next mentioned a granddad.
I’ve been able to think of little else over the last few days, I’m not sure why I’m so interested. It’s not like it really matters. Except that I want to know everything about her. And that curiosity is highly frustrating.
Martin has popped by my office several times in the last few days but he hasn’t once spoken to Eden. They haven’t so much as exchanged smiles. The whole thing is highly suspicious but I refuse to get overworked about it.
I can’t ask her about it though because she asked me to trust her judgement and wait for her to tell me who her source was. It’s more important than ever that I do that, after the way I behaved when she first joined the company. And now, the last thing I want is for work to come between us personally.
I have a tendency to overreact when things involve Eden. Only ever with Eden. For the most part, I’m a pretty level headed guy but when it comes to Eden, I lose my rationality. It could be nothing. They might have been talking about the weather for all I know.
It’s frustrating though because if he is the one who gave her the information we could have asked him about it, maybe even asked him for help.
Tonight is the first night that we’re not working overtime. Partly because it’s Friday and I’m scheduled to visit my granny at her care home but also because Eden has plans. I should be relieved. Grateful for the few short hours that I won’t be working, but instead I just feel disappointed that I won’t be spending my evening with Eden.
It’s surprising how quickly I’ve gotten used to spending all my time with her. No matter how disappointed I feel, I didn’t tell Eden that. It’s her grandma’s birthday and she’s heading over to her house to cook her a surprise birthday dinner. Apparently, she does it every year. I’m not sure Eden knows the definition of a surprise.
Before leaving work, I teased her mercilessly that she would have to cook lasagne since she can’t cook anything else. She’d given me a snarky look in response but had refused to say anything, especially when the rest of the team all chimed in wanting to know if it was true that she couldn’t cook.
I find my granny in the TV room, looking down at the paper in her lap, her glasses resting on the bridge of her nose. My granny has always loved her crosswords but where they used to bring her joy, they’re now more of a cause for frustration with more blank spaces than answered puzzles.
Looking over her shoulder, I’m pleased to see that she’s answered at least six of the questions, although I have no idea how long those six questions have taken her.
“Look at you go,” I say loudly so she’ll hear me. “You’re on a roll.”
“Ah, Noah!” Her face lights up and I’m relieved that today she recognises me. “You’ve come to see me.”
Coming to sit down opposite her, I grin at her. Anyone would think it’s been months since she last saw me, even though its only been a week and I know my mum has visited her every day this week. Although granny probably doesn’t remember. She never does.
She puts the paper down on the table beside her and removes her glasses so she can look at me.
“No pretty girlfriend to introduce me to?” she asks.
It’s the same question I always get. I think my granny wants to marry me off. Smirking, I don’t respond immediately. Usually, I’d tell her that I work too much to meet anyone. Which might still be true, but I’ve now met Eden… but she’s not my girlfriend. Not yet.
That’s a conversation we’ve yet to have.
My granny might have dementia but she’s not daft and she sees right through me.
“You’ve met someone.”
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