Page 50 of Blade

Grams glanced at the ceiling before confirming, “She is.”

Before I could say more, we heard her walking down the stairs. As soon as she walked into the kitchen, Jack started with his bullshit, walking around her like a predator circling its prey.

“Beck, you look stunning.”

Knowing full well he was trying to get a rise out of me, I couldn’t help the low growl that rumbled from my chest.

“Thank you, Jack.” Beck looked over at me as if she heard me. “It’s just a sundress.”

“No such thing asjusta sundress. A sundress is every man’s kryptonite. You hoping to get lucky tonight?”

“No, Jack, Grant and I are old friends. We are just having dinner to catch up.” I couldn’t control the glare aimed her way. “I had dinner with Ryder and his girls on Wednesday. Same thing.”

“You didn’t get dressed up for Ryder,” I mumbled, wondering if she would respond. She didn’t have the chance before Grant walked through the damn door without knocking as if he owned the damn place.

Prick!

“Wow, Beck, you look beautiful as always.”

He didn’t have the right to look at her.

Neither did I, not while I was keeping secrets from her.

“Thank you, Grant.”

Was she blushing?

“Good evening, Willow. You are also looking lovely.”

“Kiss-ass,” Jack coughed as he looked at me with a smirk.

Grant could try to kiss Grams’ ass all he wanted. She would never let him get too close to Becca.

“Jack, Blade. I wasn’t expecting to see you both here. To what do we owe the pleasure?” Grant asked, narrowing his eyes the slightest bit in my direction.

I opened my mouth to answer, but Grams spoke first.

“Grant, are you questioning why my guests are in my home? I wasn’t aware I needed your permission to have friends over for dinner, seeing as Beck will not be home.”

This woman would cut him just as soon as smile at him, and he had no idea what she was capable of.

“I apologize, Willow, I did not know you were all that close.”

Grant placed his hand on Beck’s lower back, a hair too close to the top of her ass for my liking.

I glared at Grant as another growl erupted from my chest.

“Shall we go, Beck? We have reservations for six-thirty.”

Grant led her toward the door, stopping briefly to look back at us over his shoulder. “Have a pleasant night, gentleman. I know I will.”

I stood so quickly the chair crashed against the floor behind me. I was about to jump over the table, when Jack wrapped his arms around me to halt my progress.

“Easy there, brother. You go after him now. You will be the one to end up behind bars.”

Breathing heavily, I tried to calm my racing heart.

If he laid a finger on her, he was a dead man.

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