Page 2 of Griz's Edge

Graham Holland.

The name doesn’t do him justice. Built well over six-three, I barely came up to his shoulders with my three-inch heeled boots. Without the extra height, I might have come to his chest.

I needed to get out of there ASAP.

Not because I was afraid of Graham Holland. He might have been big and hot, but he didn’t scare me. Not like you’d think. What was getting to me was that he was hot. Hot in a way that made my knees weak. It sucked to have to serve him papers. I’d have much preferred to have jumped him like the tree he is.

Okay, that sounds lame, but it’s the truth.

Talk about libido going into overdrive.

Getting to my car, I barely get the door open before I hear him calling after me.

“Hey, wait up.”

I glance over my shoulder to see him striding my way. Well, he was more or less stalking, not just striding, and the expression on his face is one of a man on a mission.

“I’m just doing my job,” I call out, not wanting to get into it with him. It wouldn’t be the first time that a person tried to argue with me and say I was out of line for serving them papers, but I’m just doing my job. Giving the papers that the courts need to be delivered.

Being a freelance process server should be a simple job, but it never is. There’re always headaches that come with it, especially lately. I only just moved here to be closer to my grandmother, who refused to move away from her home. I get why she doesn’t want to move from here. The views have been nothing but gorgeous.

I’m not talking about the man stalking toward me.

“I don’t give a damn about you doing your job. Those papers are nothing but a joke. But that ain’t why I came out here,” he states, stopping no more than a foot away from me.

“Then why are you out here?” I cock my head just the slightest bit, my curiosity piqued.

“‘Cause I wanted to know what your name is, sweets.” The grin on his face is what I’d definitely call panty-melting.

“Why do you need to know my name?”There’s no way I can give him my name.

“Because I want you to give me your name. Maybe even your phone number.”

Oh my.

If it weren’t for the fact we’re outside and there was plenty of air around us, I’d lose all oxygen in my lungs completely.

“Are you seriously hitting on me?” I was surprised I managed to ask him without sounding like a twit.

“Nah, sweets, I’m not hitting on you. That’s not my style.”

Okay, seriously, that grin tugging at his lips is total panty-melty worthy. He could have a woman creaming herself with just that little look. It makes a girl wonder what else he could do with that sexy body of his.

“And giving my name and number out isn’t mine,” I tell him. It’s the truth. I don’t ever give my information out to people I don’t know.

Shifting enough to open my car door, I glance back at him. “Bye, Graham. I hope everything works out for you.”

I really did mean it. I didn’t know what he was being served for. It could be a dime a dozen different things. None of them are my business.

I swiftly move, getting in my car and closing the door, not taking my eyes off Graham. He holds my gaze while I start my car and put it in reverse. I only take my eyes off him in order to back up and turn my car around. I feel his gaze still staring after me as I turn out of the parking lot of the garage.

It’s a good thing I’d been able to find him at his work and didn’t have to go to his house or even the clubhouse where he’s a member of the Devil’s Riot MC. I knew who the Devil’s Riot MC were, and I didn’t have a problem with them or any bikers.

That didn’t mean most didn’t have a problem with me. I knew a lot of people who had a problem with me, but mostly it was when they didn’t get their shit together.

You see, other than being a freelance process server, I also handled skip traces and helped work with private investigators. Sometimes, the cops would even call me in to help, however, that had been back home. Here, I hadn’t really established a name for myself yet, and I wasn’t sure if I really wanted to.

Making a name for myself came with consequences before. I don’t like thinking about those said consequences now because it would mean bringing up the past. I told myself when I moved here, I wasn’t going to do that. I closed out all of my files andcases before I left. Granted, I still have a copy of all of those files. They are what I call insurance for if I ever need them at a later date.

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