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My grandfather looks between us waiting for me to speak, but I am frozen to the spot, which only makes Target grin wider.

“Do you to know each other?”

“We do, Pete. We have spent some time together, haven’t we, baby?” I gasp at his words.

“What? Um, wait,” I splutter. “What is going on? We spent time together?” I stammer, my heart racing in my chest, my breathing coming hard and harder to control.

Will he tell my grandfather that I got so drunk that I ended up in his bed, only dressed in my underwear?

“Breathe, beautiful.” He steps forward, kissing my cheek. “In and out, slowly, yeah.” I shake off my slight panic and glare at him.

“Did you know who I was when you flirted with me?” I snap.

He smiles that sexy smile of his, shaking his head.

“I did not, baby. I would have told you if I had any idea that you could be Peter’s granddaughter,” he explains. “Peter has watched my kids for me when I was called to the club for an emergency. In return, I help him when I can.”

“You watch his children?” I look to my grandfather who is smiling fondly at Target, then he brings his gaze back to me and I see ideas swirling in his head.

Oh, no.

“I do. Emmi and Rex are amazing kids. They are ten, and are so good with their manners and can help me with little jobs around the house. They enjoy it.”

“Plus, they enjoy the candy and money they get from you.”

“What can I say, I am a sucker for having little voices running around this old house again.” Sadness hits his voice, and I feel guilty for not already giving him his own great grandkids.

“You are welcome to borrow them anytime, you know that. They love spending time with you. They will be here this weekend.”

I listen to the two men talking. The fondness between them shows that the respect and care is there between them and I have to say that seeing the way Target treats my grandfather makes me like him more.

God, I feel like some teenage girl thinking that I like him, like I am crushing on the school’s QB.

I am twenty-six, for crying out loud, and I know that should not read into the attention that Target gives me, he is a biker after all.

Reading biker books gives you small insight into their club life, but the one thing that sticks out in all the books is their sexual appetite.

The club men like to fuck, that’s obvious.

“I can watch them while you take my granddaughter out on a date.” My grandfather’s words shock me out of my inner thoughts, and I look at him with wide eyes.

“What? No.”

“Why not?” He grins at me, his eyes crinkling with happiness.

“Yeah, why not?” Target’s smug tone has me looking toward him.

He leans against my car, arms folded across his large chest, ankles crossed, and he looks like he belongs on the cover of a magazine.

My body hums in appreciation of the sight. My nipples peak beneath my clothing, and once again thank the fashion gods for padded bras.

Damn it.

“I do not have the time,” I state, pulling my shoulders back and stepping past him to get to the trunk of my car, so I can calm my horny ass down.

I need to get laid, my vibrator is clearly not doing its job.

Closing my eyes, I breathe in deeply, trying to get my body under control.

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