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“Sorry. I got an early start because I planned to do yours afterwards, and I’ve other shit to do today. If I stop now, I won’t get yours done, and it needs doing,” Savage retorted, folding his arms across his chest.
His muscles flexing almost sent me into a tizzy.
“Mine?” I replied instead, trying to ignore my screaming lady parts.
“Yeah. Know you don’t get time, was going to help,” Savage explained.
I peered at my grass and silently acknowledged he was right. The lawn was a shit show. I sighed even as I knew I’d regret my next words.
“Fine, thank you, carry on,” I said, closing the window.
I almost screamed as I turned around and saw the bird’s nest my hair had become overnight. If Savage had been interested, seeing me like this would soon end that.
Dear God. I could have starred in a horror movie. Angrily scowling at the mirror, I climbed back into bed and yanked the covers over my head.
I was so done with today already.
Savage
I was trying hard not to laugh at the state of Grace’s hair. Every time I’d seen it, her hair had been a silken ponytail that gleamed healthily. Grace had obviously tossed and turned this morning because it was a frizzy mess. It didn’t make Grace any less cute, though. Her sleep-flushed face was sweet, and I noted how she still looked tired. A flicker of guilt ran through me, but Grace was awake now. I would finish my lawn and then do hers.
A movement made me turn around, and I almost groaned as I saw one of the women from across the street approaching. She held a glass of either water or lemonade in her hand.
“Hi, you’re looking like you could use this,” she said, offering the drink.
“I’m good, thanks,” I replied and didn’t miss the flicker of irritation in her eyes. She sipped from the glass and gave me a thorough look over.
Agitation rose; I wasn’t a piece of meat, and I’d never look at a woman so blatantly.
“Are you busy later?” she asked, and I lifted an eyebrow. “I was thinking of having a cookout, and a man like you—”
“Like me? What? A dumbass biker?” I questioned, and she stepped back.
“I beg your pardon?” she said, her tone becoming icy.
“Lady, you saunter over here like you’re some sort of seductress, offer me a drink, then look me over like a slab of meat. If I did that to you, you’d scream blue murder about not being a sexual object. It’s disrespectful and unwelcome. No offence, but I’ve got stuff to do,” I said bluntly, turning my back and restarting the mower.
Loudly huffing, she stormed away.
Thank God. Maybe I’ll be able to get shit done without further interruptions. Then again, I sighed as my phone beeped. It was a group message from Drake informing everyone there was a cookout tonight. Happily complaining under my breath, I shoved the lawnmower viciously forward and concentrated on one task at a time.
???
“What ya doing?” a little voice asked a few hours later.
Startled, I saw Isla sitting in the corner of my garage as I checked my Harley. It was a habit to go over everything weekly because after my first seized and threw me across the road, I was paranoid.
“Checking that it works right.”
“Why?”
“Isla, bikes can be dangerous, even in capable hands.”
“Oh. Will you take me for a ride?” Isla asked.
That was a question I wished to avoid.
“Does your mom know you’re here?”
