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Authors: Jill Sanders
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few months. I think it's best if I stay close to home.”
“Luke, you can't be here all the time. You need to get out, be with your friends.”
“What I need is to be here for the one woman who gave up everything to take care of me.”
“We both know that there is a schedule going around for the town women to sit with your grandmother. It's not like she's alone.”
“She needs me right now. I can't just walk away from her.”
“You need your own space, some time to blow off some steam.”
“What I need is to be left alone.”
He didn't mean to raise his voice, but he must have been louder than he'd thought. His grandmother walked into the room, her hands on her hips.
“What are you two arguing about?”
Both men turned to the frail woman, standing in the door. “Nothing.” Their heads hung and their eyes were on their shoes.
“Luke?” She stood there quietly until he looked up and into her eyes.
“Yes, ma’am?”
“You'd better run along, or you'll be late for your game. Your gym bag is just inside the laundry room.” She turned to Aaron, efficiently dismissing Luke. “Aaron, how's that wife of yours. When is she due again?”
Luke could hear them chatting as he went to retrieve his bag and basketball shoes. How had he been so lucky as to have a grandmother like that?
Later, as he was wiping the sweat out of his eyes, he realized that Aaron had been right. Luke had needed to blow off some steam. He could feel the anxiety leave his body with every rapid heartbeat. If he played a little rougher than normal, the guys didn't complain about it. By the end of the game, he was covered in sweat and he felt more centered than before.
He decided to shower in the lockers instead of heading home.
Living in a house with four older women, no matter how large the place was, made him appreciate the younger of the species even more. These women were very meticulous about their daily routines. He knew his grandmother was a stickler, but seeing how the three sisters lived made him think that all women were the same.
He wondered if Amber had a daily routine. What kind of good smelling stuff did she put all over that sexy little body each day to make her smell so good?
After the game he stopped by the restaurant to check in on her. He knew her schedule by heart thanks to someone in the house posting a copy on his refrigerator door. He figured it was most likely his gran, since he already knew she had it in for them.
When he entered the restaurant, the last thing he'd expected to see was Amber dressed in a large hooped fifties skirt with a pink poodle on it. Her long hair was put up tight in two pony tails that swung around when she talked and walked, and she had on the sexiest shade of red lipstick he'd ever seen. His steps faltered as he walked in and zeroed in on her.
She noticed him and smiled, then executed a cute bouncing walk and came towards him. “It's always fun to dress up the week of Halloween. What are you going to be this year?”
He hadn't thought about it. To be honest, his whole mind had been consumed with his gran's health.
“I can be anything you want.” He smiled and pulled his leather coat up like the Fonz used to. He wished he had a comb to grease his hair back. She laughed and held onto his arm, walking him to a large booth near the back wall.
“I could always use another strong greaser.” She laughed when he made a funny face. “Well, it was worth a shot.” She sat down next to him and opened a menu.
He looked at her, and she looked back. “What? I got off thirty minutes ago. What do you say to a dinner partner? I'm starving!” She leaned closer to him and cupped her hand near her mouth. “I have it on good authority that the lobster bisque is something to die for tonight.”
He smiled, he couldn't help it. She looked like she was truly enjoying herself. Scooting closer to
“Luke, you can't be here all the time. You need to get out, be with your friends.”
“What I need is to be here for the one woman who gave up everything to take care of me.”
“We both know that there is a schedule going around for the town women to sit with your grandmother. It's not like she's alone.”
“She needs me right now. I can't just walk away from her.”
“You need your own space, some time to blow off some steam.”
“What I need is to be left alone.”
He didn't mean to raise his voice, but he must have been louder than he'd thought. His grandmother walked into the room, her hands on her hips.
“What are you two arguing about?”
Both men turned to the frail woman, standing in the door. “Nothing.” Their heads hung and their eyes were on their shoes.
“Luke?” She stood there quietly until he looked up and into her eyes.
“Yes, ma’am?”
“You'd better run along, or you'll be late for your game. Your gym bag is just inside the laundry room.” She turned to Aaron, efficiently dismissing Luke. “Aaron, how's that wife of yours. When is she due again?”
Luke could hear them chatting as he went to retrieve his bag and basketball shoes. How had he been so lucky as to have a grandmother like that?
Later, as he was wiping the sweat out of his eyes, he realized that Aaron had been right. Luke had needed to blow off some steam. He could feel the anxiety leave his body with every rapid heartbeat. If he played a little rougher than normal, the guys didn't complain about it. By the end of the game, he was covered in sweat and he felt more centered than before.
He decided to shower in the lockers instead of heading home.
Living in a house with four older women, no matter how large the place was, made him appreciate the younger of the species even more. These women were very meticulous about their daily routines. He knew his grandmother was a stickler, but seeing how the three sisters lived made him think that all women were the same.
He wondered if Amber had a daily routine. What kind of good smelling stuff did she put all over that sexy little body each day to make her smell so good?
After the game he stopped by the restaurant to check in on her. He knew her schedule by heart thanks to someone in the house posting a copy on his refrigerator door. He figured it was most likely his gran, since he already knew she had it in for them.
When he entered the restaurant, the last thing he'd expected to see was Amber dressed in a large hooped fifties skirt with a pink poodle on it. Her long hair was put up tight in two pony tails that swung around when she talked and walked, and she had on the sexiest shade of red lipstick he'd ever seen. His steps faltered as he walked in and zeroed in on her.
She noticed him and smiled, then executed a cute bouncing walk and came towards him. “It's always fun to dress up the week of Halloween. What are you going to be this year?”
He hadn't thought about it. To be honest, his whole mind had been consumed with his gran's health.
“I can be anything you want.” He smiled and pulled his leather coat up like the Fonz used to. He wished he had a comb to grease his hair back. She laughed and held onto his arm, walking him to a large booth near the back wall.
“I could always use another strong greaser.” She laughed when he made a funny face. “Well, it was worth a shot.” She sat down next to him and opened a menu.
He looked at her, and she looked back. “What? I got off thirty minutes ago. What do you say to a dinner partner? I'm starving!” She leaned closer to him and cupped her hand near her mouth. “I have it on good authority that the lobster bisque is something to die for tonight.”
He smiled, he couldn't help it. She looked like she was truly enjoying herself. Scooting closer to
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