Megan turned her head and caught the male nurse staring at her in surprise.
"Miss Shaw, what are you doing?"
Megan gave him a calm smile, lifting the feather duster in her hand. "Just dusting off a bit, no biggie."
Inwardly, she gave herself a mental high five—classic misdirection, worked like a charm.
She hopped off the chair lightly.
Right then, the sound of heels clicked outside the hospital room.
The door swung open and in walked Molly, holding a soft pink bouquet in one hand.
The moment she saw Megan, she flashed a sugary smile. "Oh! So you're here too, Meg."
That voice might sound sweet to others, but to Megan, it was pure nails-on-chalkboard. Her eyes narrowed. "He's not even your real grandpa, and his wife's not your real grandma. You seriously think you n
