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I stroke my fingertips over the image, guilt washing over me. I’ve got no business being attracted to Grace.

She’s the nanny, and the girls love her.

I can’t fuck this up.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Grace—

After changing clothes, I grab my phone and dial the pawn shop.

“Hi, my name is Grace Reed, and I have a ring I pawned that I’ve been making payments on to prevent it from being sold.”

“Hold on one sec.” I hear the man typing away on a computer. “Yup, I’ve got you pulled up right here. Are you ready to make your next payment?”

“Well, I was going to see if there was any way to push it one week?”

“Sorry, ma’am, but no. The payment is due in two days; otherwise, the ring goes up for sale.”

“Okay. I’ll pay it.”

I pull the card Lucky put my paycheck on from my pocket and read off the numbers. I was really hoping they’d cut me some slack. The ring belonged to my grandmother. It’s the only thing I have left of her, but I had to pawn it. It was my only way out.

I pull my hair into a ponytail and go in search of Lucky. I find him in the garage, covered in grease, working on his bike. He looks up as I approach.

“You didn’t melt after all.”

I roll my eyes. “Yeah, no thanks to you.”

His smirk tells me he’d do it again.

I glance around and see another motorcycle against the back wall. “Oh, you have two.”

He follows my gaze. “Yeah. That was the first bike I ever had. It’s special to me. I don’t think I’ll ever sell it.”

I nod and rock on my feet.

His gaze sweeps over me. “You need something?”

“Actually, yes. There was something I wanted to ask you.”

“Okay. Shoot.”

“Your neighbor Mildred asked if I could do some decorations for her Christmas party. I thought I’d use my free time while the girls are at school to work on it.”

“You’re going to decorate her house?”

“Just the front, I think. She offered me four hundred dollars.” I wait for his answer. This money would really help me set up a nest egg for when I need to run again.

“I don’t pay you enough?”

Annoyance flashes through me, and I’m sure shows on my face. “Forget it. I’ll find another time to decorate her house.”

“Grace, wait.” He stands and tugs at my hand to stop me. “It’s fine. I’ve got no problem with it.”

“Then why do you act like that?”

He shrugs. “You really like decorating, huh?”

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