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We talk as we walk; he tells me stories about landmarks that we see and I relish in everything he tells me. Every minute with him means so much as we do not know how much time we have left with him.

“Oh, look at those.” He stops a store that sells old record players.

The hairs on the back of my neck stand on end, the feeling of being watched suddenly filling my nervous system. Without making too much of a thing in front of my grandpa I look over my shoulder, trying to see something or someone out of place, but I see no one.

A glimpse of a tall dark man slips down the side of a building, but nothing really stands out to me.

Feeling off but trusting my gut feeling, we collect our ice cream and get back to our car. Then I drive us home. All the waythere I check my mirrors to see if we are being followed but see nothing.

Note to self: Stop watching crime dramas so late at night.

“When are you going to find a nice man and settle down, pumpkin?” Grandpa’s voice fills the car.

Looking over at him, I see he is smiling warmly at me. It makes my heart feel full and loved by this man who helped me and my sister when times were bad.

I know that he only wants what is best for me, and my sister. He has mentioned a time or two that he has friends with grandsons the same age as me I could date, who could be potential husbands.

“When I find the right man, Grandpa, and no not one you help set me up with. Do not look at me like that; the sweet innocent old man look does not work on me, mister.” I giggle.

He knows that I am guarded with men because of my past, but I know he means well.

“I would love some great grandkids before if die, sweetheart,” he jokes but his words slice through my heart.

Hearing him speak of him dying, leaving me and Aria, hurts. I know that his time is coming, hell we all have to die, but I am not ready to let him go.

“You are not going anywhere, old man. Both Aria and I need you and let’s be honest, you are too stubborn to die.” He chuckles at that.

“True, all the honeys at bingo would miss me.” He winks.

“Ew, Grampa, no.” I fake gag, making him laugh harder. “Do not talk about you and that kind of thing.” I shudder.

“Hate to break it you kiddo, your mom and dad had to have sex to make you.”

I shudder again, not wanting to think of my parents in that situation. I am not naive when it comes to sex, believe me I like it when I am actually getting it.

When you read as many smutty books as I do, you need a man to help ease the tension built up by words in a book. Then you just pray that one day a man you pick up will succeed in meeting your unrealistic book boyfriend standards.

Not that I do go out and pick up random men, I do not have the time, but a woman can dream, right?

We arrive at my grandfather’s house, and I spot the gleaming motorcycle sitting in the driveway across the street. That must be the elusive biker Grandpa keeps talking about.

Coming to a stop, I kill the engine and climb out, walking around to meet Grandpa to help him. He may say that he does not need help, but deep down he knows he really does. Stubborn old man.

As I close the door, I hear that voice that sets my pussy on fire, and my nipples to hard mode.

“Hey, Peter. I was hoping to catch you today, man.” I watch as Target walks toward us, dressed in all his sexiness.

Stonewash jeans, biker boots, and a black sleeveless shirt, that fits snug to his chest, flashing me his tattoos. His skin is glistening from being out in the sun, his hair brushed back, slicked with sweat.

Damn that man is extra fucking hot today.

He is hot every time I have seen him, but today…

Extra hot.

“Oh, hey, Target. I’d like you to meet my granddaughter, Madalyn. Kiddo, this is Target, my neighbor.”

“Hey, babe.” It is like the cat has bitten off my tongue when Target greets me.

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