Unruly Red knows she's no one's idea of a sweet old granny.
But with one long-distance phone call, the fortysomething
bar owner with the tattoos and tight jeans is suddenly
responsible for two young grandchildren she hardly
knows.
Red's rowdy friends, late-night lifestyle and
tiny apartment above her San Antonio saloon definitely
aren't kidproof. And Red's pretty sure the hot young fiddle
player she's been dallying with will run for the hills when
he learns she has a daughter, let alone
grandkids.
But Red is about to learn that age doesn't
necessarily come with wisdom. That a nine-year-old girl can
be as exacting as the strictest parent. That the school of
hard knocks never had bake sales. And that her boy toy is
more of an adult than she is.