Page 60 of His Old Lady

Backing away from her, he forced himself to turn and walk toward the driveway. He was asking too much of her to quietly be with him without asking why he wanted her. The best thing he could do was keep his distance.

In the dark, a shadow sailed by his head. He ducked, pulling out his pistol when something landed in front of him with a broken crash. He squinted his eyes, making out the scattered remains of a ceramic garden gnome he remembered seeing in the flowerbed beside the front door over the years.

He looked over his shoulder. Faye bent over, picking up another gnome from Grandma June's collection.

"You better think twice before you throw that at me."

Even from ten feet apart and only the street light dimly lighting the front porch, Faye glared. She brought back her arm and hurled the figurine through the air. He sidestepped, watching the gnome shatter on the concrete beside him.

Before he could reach her, she'd picked up another one. Grabbing her wrist, he squeezed until she dropped the gnome. She fought him. Opening the door while her smaller fists pummeled his shoulder, he used his body to push her back into the house before the neighbors called the police at the noise going on after midnight.

"Go home." She shoved him.

He never budged. Instead, he picked her up and hauled her to the bedroom, tossing her on the bed.

She scrambled to a sitting position, ready to come at him again. He shucked his vest.

"Don't move," he barked.

She stilled. Her gaze swept over him as he took off his clothes. Down to his jeans and boots, he sat on the edge of the bed and bent over to undo the laces.

"What are you doing?"

"Going to bed."

"Here?"

"Yeah." He kicked off his boots, caught her before she could get off the bed, and tossed her back on her side.

He had his jeans and boxers off and had settled on the mattress before she could find another way to escape. Pulling her prone beside him, he wrapped his arms around her.

"Go to sleep. We have a bar to whip into shape and open. We both need our rest." He inhaled deeply, realizing the room was still lit up from the ceiling light. If he got up, she'd leave the bed, and it'd take another fight with her to get her to go to sleep. "Close your eyes. You won't even see the light."

Several minutes passed. He relaxed when she stayed beside him.

His breathing and thoughts slowed when her body suddenly stiffened. She clapped her hands. He opened his eyes, ready to ask her what the hell she was doing, and noticed the light had gone out.

He chuckled, spooning her back. The last thing he'd expected was for her to fall for the latest gimmick sold on television.

"Don't laugh. It's disrespectful," she muttered. "Grandma June bought The Clapper for me the last Christmas we had together."

He kissed the back of her head. "Night, Faye."

"Night." She inhaled deeply. "Uncle."

"Don't make me put something in your mouth to shut you up." His cock pulsed to life, pressing against her ass.

Faye took his threat to heart because he never heard another peep out of her. Eventually, he fell asleep.

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