Page 19 of Blade

“Hey, Prez, what do you need?”

Without looking up, he asked, “How are things going with Willow’s granddaughter?”

“What do you mean?”

King put down his pen and leaned back in his chair, giving me his full attention. “You two have history, correct?”

“Yea.”

“History that you don’t want her to be aware of, correct?”

Rubbing the back of my neck, I wondered where he was going with this line of questioning. “Yea.”

“So how the fuck is that working for you?”

“It’s… complicated.”

“Complicated?” he asked, rubbing his hand down his beard, as he stared at me. “Are you going to continue doing the lawn and taking her shopping? Or should I get someone else to do it?”

“Who were you thinking of?”

“Romeo.”

“No fucking way.” King lifted his eyebrow, and I knew what he was thinking.

“Sit down, Blade.”

I dropped my ass in the seat in front of his desk and waited.

King leaned forward against his desk. “Romeo runs a landscaping company. He would be the one to take over the lawns. It just makes sense. Unless you plan to continue doing them yourself.”

He wasn’t asking. He knew there was no way I would let Romeo take over. Hell, his name was Romeo for a reason, and I didn’t want him anywhere near Becca.

“I will continue doing the lawns, and I can talk to Cash about maybe Rachel taking her shopping. I mean, Becca can take her, but if we are paying for it, one of us will need to be there, unless we give her cash. Her and Rachel are friends, so I’m pretty sure Rachel will help.”

“Do you have any idea how long she’ll be here?”

“She hasn’t said, but I assume she’s back for good.”

“That will make it difficult to keep her from finding out who you are.”

“As long as I stay away from her, she won’t find out.”

King chuckled. “And how the fuck is that working out for you so far?”

A corner of my mouth turned up.

“Shut the fuck up. Is there anything else you need?”

“Do you know someone who can do this paperwork shit?”

“No, I thought that was Jack’s job as the secretary?”

“You think I’m letting Jack get his hands on this shit?”

“Maybe you should look into hiring someone to come in. You have that outer office there. Get yourself a pretty little secretary to organize your shit and give you something to look at.”

Waving his hand at the door, King dismissed me, “Get the fuck out of here and make sure everything is ready for tonight.”

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