Ray paused, thinking it over. “You know, maybe you should call me Grandpa.”
After all, they were Shelly’s grandkids, and since he was her husband, it only made sense.
“Come on, let me hear it. Try calling me Grandpa.”
The two little boys exchanged a look, still sizing Ray up, their eyes sharp and wary.
“Are you really Grandma’s husband?” one of them finally asked.
“I am,” Ray replied, keeping his voice gentle.
“But Mommy never told us about you. If you were, she would’ve mentioned you,” Oliver said, crossing his arms. “So, you’re probably not.”
Madeline had told them they’d get to see their grandma, but there was never any mention of a grandpa.
So who did this guy think he was?
Oliver stood up a little straighter. “You should leave now. We already called the police. The officers will be here any minute.”
Ray sighed, feeling stuck. Sometimes, kids were the trickiest—especially smart, cautious ones.
“What would it take for you two to believe me?”
Oliver shook his head. “We won’t believe anything you say. You better go.” He planted one hand on his hip and waved a broom at Ray, doing his best tough guy act.
Noah copied his brother, sticking his lips out and posing just as seriously. Together, they looked both ridiculous and adorable.
Ray couldn’t help but laugh at their little standoff.
Running out of ideas, he pulled out his phone and called Shelly. As soon as she picked up, he hit speaker. “Your grandsons don’t want to come with me. They think I’m here to steal something.”
There was a brief pause. Then Shelly chuckled. “Honestly, I can’t blame them.”
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