As soon as Mabel and Fabienne got their hands on the cash, they grinned and pulled out a lantern, counting it right there.
The dim light flickered over their faces, and I caught the shift in Tavian’s expression. His eyes locked onto Mabel as he asked,
“You ladies must be tired after all that driving. How about some dinner before you go?”
Faron was about to scold him, but then he glanced over at Fabienne—and his eyes lit up.
That was my cue.
“Uncle, Grandpa,” I piped up, looking between Tavian and Faron. “Do you guys have wives?”
Both shook their heads.
“Perfect!” I grinned. “Then these ladies can marry you!”
Mabel and Fabienne were so stunned they forgot all about their money.
“You little brat! What the hell are you saying?!”
I shrank behind Gracie, looking small and innocent. “But you said all men need a wife. Uncle and Grandpa don’t have one, so… they should marry you!”
Tavian’s face, which had been grim just moments ago, turned bright red with excitement. He put down his whiskey bottle and rubbed his hands together.
Faron was thinking the same thing.