Bruno's grandmother narrowed her eyes, still staring at the suspicious bulge under the blanket.

“I may be old,” she said slowly, “but I am not foolish.”

Beauty instantly bit down on her lip, trying to contain the laughter threatening to bubble out.

Bruno’s eyes widened.

“Grandma, I—”

“Hush.” She raised a hand, stepping back with a wry smile curling at the corners of her mouth. “I’ve been young too, you know. I recognize that type of ...