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Clearly, maybe it wasn’t something only I was seeing.
“I will look into clubs or classes or something,” I promised her. It felt easier than trying to put myself out there for possible rejection.
“Good. Now that that is over,” she said, getting to her feet. “Let’s go meet Mitsy’s new kitten—Sabrina.”
By the time I climbed back in my car, I was covered in white kitten hair, and I had a plan to spend my evening with some takeout while researching a new social activity to add to my calendar.
As I was waiting for traffic to pass so I could pull out, I saw several of those ‘delicious’ men my grandmother mentioned.
As I turned, I could have sworn I saw a familiar tall, dark, tattooed, and handsome man.
My heart leapt as my head whipped over, but he was already gone.
If he’d been there at all.
Clearly, my imagination was running away with me, thinking I was seeing Kylo at the damn house across the street from my grandmother’s facility.
Maybe I really was losing it from all the stress.
CHAPTER SIX
Kylo
“Uh, incoming?” Dixon called from the living room.
“Huck?” I asked, knowing he was supposed to be rolling in soon. Unless their road trip back to Florida took them on some sort of detour.
“Nah, man,” Dixon said, shooting me that trademark smirk of his.
The family resemblance was strong in the Cider brothers. Both tall, dark-haired, dark-eyed, both sporting lots of ink. But Caymen, the elder of the two, clearly spent a bit more time in the gym, had a square jaw and a trim beard, stern brows, and a more serious demeanor. By contrast, Dixon was the lighter, easier brother with a clean-shaven face, thick lashes, and lips prone to smirking and smiling easily.
True, since they’d shown up, even some of Caymen’s seriousness had lessened a bit. It was likely thanks to the fact that he was no longer solely responsible for his little brother and their safety and livelihood. He knew that with us, he had other people to rely on. It let him let loose. And, apparently, engage in primal play with the club girls who were into getting chased, thrown over a shoulder, and fucked senseless.
“Who then?”
“That old man with the nagging wife. Doug. But he’s got a friend with him this time.”
“Christ,” I sighed.
“What are we, the local entertainment?” Caymen asked, coming in from the kitchen. “Ain’t enough that the old ladies bring out chairs to watch us do chores?”
“Eh, they’re just having some fun,” Dixon said, waving it off.
He liked female attention, no matter from whom. The last time they’d been out watching him mow the lawn, he’d taken his shirt off for them, getting a chorus of hoots and whistles from the delighted women.
“They’re gonna be disappointed when they see we don’t have any girls over,” York said, hauling himself up from the couch to answer the door when Doug rapped his cane on the wood. “Anything laying out that shouldn’t be?” he asked, glancing around with his hand on the knob.
I did a quick walk-through the common areas, making sure no guns were sitting out, then gave him a nod.
“Looking forward to letting Huck handle this from now on,” I mumbled as York opened the door.
Doug had a buddy standing next to him.
He was probably a few years younger than Doug. Or maybe it just appeared that way because he wasn’t so stooped and wasn’t using a cane. He was tall and fit in a pair of gray chino shorts and a tucked-in black polo shirt, with neatly styled gray hair, and bright, almost see-through blue eyes.
“Fellas,” Doug greeted us, already trying to push his way inside. “This is my buddy, Charles. Charles, these are the guys who have all the pretty broads running around.”
“Afraid not today,” York told them. “Just us here today.”
