Page 8 of Blade

“Why?”

“He mows half the lawn every other week. This is the right-side week. If he doesn’t, it gets too high.”

I sighed heavily.

“Grams, I know why lawns get mowed. Why ishedoing it?”

“He has been doing it for the last few years. It got to be too much for me, and King offered to help. Blade volunteered.”

“Who in the world is King?

“Kingston O’Rourke is the President of the club, honey. He’s the one in charge over there.”

I rubbed my hand across my forehead. I could feel a headache starting. Why did this conversation with my grandmother remind me so much like I was talking to my mother?

“Grams, we can talk about the MC across the road another time. I have plenty of questions about that. Right now, I am wondering why I am here if you have that biker club taking care of all the things you asked me to come back and help with?”

Grams set her coffee cup on the table.

“Beck, they help with the yard work. Would you want to be out there in the heat pushing that lawn mower around?”

“Well, no, but I don’t want him here.”

“Why?” Grams rested her chin in her hand, waiting for my answer. Problem was, I didn’t have one to give her. Chewing my thumbnail, I tried to come up with any reply that might appease her.

“I thought so.” Grams rose and placed her cup in the sink. “There is no good reason for Blade not to continue taking care of the lawn and a few other things he does to help.”

“He’s mean.”

“Nonsense. Blade is the sweetest boy I have ever known,” Grams said as she walked out of the room, ending the conversation.

Letting out a heavy breath, I retreated to my room. Trying not to look out my window as I ogled the now shirtless man with the sexy tattoos as he pushed the lawn mower.

Wait, sexy?

No, he was not sexy.

Jerks were not sexy.

I was simply watching to see when he finished so I could head out and let him know we no longer needed his help.

Blade stopped and looked up at my window.

I immediately stepped back, praying he didn’t see me staring. I decided to read until I heard the mower stop, then I would go down and talk to him. Instead, maybe I would jump in the shower while I waited.

Stepping out of the shower, I noticed the noise was gone.

How long was I in there?

Getting dressed quickly, I headed downstairs to relieve Blade and the club of their duties now that I was here.

However, when I got downstairs, Grams was reading a book in the living room and Blade was nowhere to be seen.

“Grams, where did Blade go? Is he done already?”

“He is done. He alternates each side of the yard. It is much too big to keep him tied up all day. Next week, he will come and do the other side.”

“I wanted to talk to him when he was done, to let him know we won’t be needing him or the club anymore. I can take care of stuff around here now, and what I can’t do, we can hire someone that can.”

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