The car was silent at first as Hunter drove his grandmother to the house, then after a while he turned to look at her and caught her staring at him.
"You can say what you have on your mind," Hunter said, knowing she had something to say.
"Did Delilah say anything to you?" She asked, and Hunter raised a brow.
"Anything like what? Is there something she's supposed to tell me?" Hunter asked curiously.
"Has she made up her mind to be with you or not?" Madam Quinn asked, and Hunter sighed.
"Don't you think it's too soon to expect her to do that considering all that has happened? She needs time…"
"An experience like this would make most people realize what they want faster," Madam Quinn cut in.
"Delilah isn't most people. Delilah is Delilah. When she's ready she will come around," Hunter said, and his grandmother sighed.
"If she's going to be the next madam Quinn, she needs to step up. Be bolder and…"
