Page 43 of Blade

“So, you need me there to keep you from doing something stupid?”

“You know your lot in life is to keep me out of trouble.” I smirked when he snorted at my statement.

“No one can keep your dumb ass out of trouble. I don’t even think she could.”

Shaking my head, I agreed with him, “Not regarding her safety. No.”

“Ok, I need to finish up here and then take a shower.”

“Thanks, man.”

I turned to head back to the clubhouse when Jack called after me. “Don’t thank me. I’m not doing this for you.” He chuckled. “You know I can’t resist Grams’ cooking. Especially when it’s dinner and a show.”

He laughed at that.

I flipped him the one-finger bird over my shoulder as I muttered, “Asshole,” only to hear his laughter get louder.

Chapter Eleven

Beck

It was Friday night.

Tonight was dinner with Grant. What was I thinking? Why was I nervous? The blame fell on Rachel and the girls.

I made it clear to them that this was just two friends catching up after years apart. The girls got in my head, and now I couldn’t stop thinking this was a date.

I mean, I was ok with Blade thinking this was a date.

We would not analyze why that was, though.No Sir.

Now, with all that running through my head, I needed to decide what I was going to wear. I didn’t want to seem like I was dressing up for Grant, but I also didn’t want to go out looking like a bridge troll.

Finding balance would be the key.

Hearing a motorcycle pull into the driveway caught my attention. I looked out the window and watched two large men swing their leg over their bikes and walk toward the house.

What in the world were Blade and Jack doing here?

Grams.

I bet she invited them to dinner.

Grams didn’t like that I was going out with Grant, either. I imagine she invited them over so Grant would see them. What did she think would happen?

That the muscled bikers sitting at the table would intimidate Grant?

He hadn’t been so far that I had seen.

Well, I am on to you, Grams.

Grams just decided for me what I was going to wear.

A cute little sundress was perfect for my dinner date. Of course, I would need to make sure Grant understood we were just old friends catching up. Similar to when I had pizza with Ryder and his girls.

Liar.

I didn’t care one bit about Blade knowing I was having dinner with Ryder.

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