Page 11 of Blade

I took him in. His height, his bulging biceps with a tight T-shirt stretched across his chiseled chest under his leather vest. The worn jeans that hung low on his hips. His dark hair was wet, making it look almost black. He must have gone home to shower.

“Blade, dear, I’m a little tired, so Beck will go with you. I need to take a nap and will meet you at the clubhouse later.”

“Grams, if you are too tired to cook tonight, I’m sure the club will understand. Isn’t that right, Blade?” I said, looking at Blade, imploring him to back me up.

Thankfully, he did.

“She’s right. If you’re too tired, we can just order some pizza. No one wants you overdoing it.”

He looked directly at Grams as if he were communicating with her without talking, and I wondered what they were saying to each other.

“Nonsense, both of you. I didn’t sleep well last night and just need a nap. Anyway, the girls do most of the work. I just boss them around.”

Blade looked at Grams like he didn’t quite believe her story, and I was wondering if there was something I was missing. Was she sick? Was this something that happened often? I should stay with her, and it sounded like Blade was thinking the same thing as I was.

“Grams, let me have the list. I will get what you need, and your granddaughter can stay here in case you need anything while you’re…napping.”

I narrowed my eyes at Blade.

Was that disbelief in his tone? What was going on here?

Putting a hand on his forearm—his very toned forearm—Grams smiled. “Blade, please take Beck with you.”

Stop it, Beck, you do not need to notice his toned anything.

Grams was determined to convince Blade to take me with him.

“I need her to get out of the house for a bit and grocery shopping will keep her mind busy, so she doesn’t think about all the reasons she doesn’t want to be here.”

“Hello, I’m standing right here. Don’t I get a say?”

“No,” they both answered at once, glancing at me.

“Grams, she should stay here in case you need something.”

“Blade, I will nap the entire time. There is nothing for her to do here, and she came home to help me out. This is how she can help me out.”

He growled.

He actually growled.

I crossed my arms and looked at him. “Did you just growl at my grandmother?”

“Yes.”

Well, at least he was honest.

Grams giggled. She giggled after this mountain of a man growled at her. Grams stood her ground, waiting for Blade.

I saw the moment he relented, and I dropped my jaw that this big scary biker just agreed to a five-foot nothing little old lady.

“Fine. I will take her shopping, and we will meet you at the clubhouse later.” He leaned in and I thought I heard him say, “We’ll talk about this later, old woman.”

But Grams just smiled at him and patted his cheek like she had won something, not afraid of him in the least.

Chapter Four

Beck

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