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“You gonna sit down too?” His voice was low…smooth. She offered a quick nod and she sat in the rocking chair next to his.
He watched her in silence for a few minutes as she made every attempt to avoid eye contact again. Her hair was pulled up, leaving a few blonde strands to blow in the breeze. Clear blue eyes, matching the cloudless sky. She had changed from the tank top to a clean t-shirt that was modest while still clinging to her curves. He had already perused her ass as she had walked in front of him. Beautiful, pure fuckin’ beautiful.
“What?” she asked, her gaze jerking to his in confusion.
Hell, I said that aloud, he realized. “The view, darlin’. The view is beautiful.”
She gifted him with a smile as she turned back toward the vista. From the porch, they could see the trees of the woods across the road with the Blue Ridge Mountains rising in the distance. She loved this view. The tranquility of this place. “It is beautiful here, isn’t it? Do you have this kind of view at your place?”
He chuckled, realizing she thought he was talking about the mountains. “No darlin’, I don’t have this beauty on my land. At least not right now,” he replied, his eyes still on her. But maybe? Don’t have a clue how that would work out, but just maybe.
They sat in silence for a few more minutes allowing the breeze and shade to fight back the early summer heat.
“Why are you really here?” she finally asked softly, twisting to look at the handsome man sharing her porch.
He looked discomfited for a moment before shaking his head slightly. “Hell if I know,” he replied under his breath. Turning to look at her, he said, “Actually I wanted to check on you and your grandmother to make sure you were all right.”
She nodded, disappointed, but understood he felt a responsibility. “I appreciate that and we’re fine. In fact, Gram’s scratches are barely noticeable.”
“Yeah, I saw her when I first came.”
“Oh.” Not able to think of anything else to say, she remained quiet.
“I also brought you something,” he added, setting the glass onto the porch railing and reaching into his pocket. Her interest captured, she watched as he pulled out a sturdy, metal bracelet.
Turning toward her, he said, “This is for your grandmother.”
“Gram? You’re giving Gram a bracelet?” she asked in confusion.
He chuckled, “This is a tracking bracelet. We’ll attach it around her ankle and she won’t be able to take it off. It’ll feel a little weird at first to her, but she’ll soon become accustomed.”
“Tracking?”
He pointed to the center of the bracelet where a flat disc was located. “There’s a tiny electronic tracer inside. If she ever wanders away, then you call us. Luke has already programmed it into our system and we’d be able to pinpoint her anywhere. It’s waterproof and won’t need the battery changed for a long time.”
She was speechless as she gazed at his outstretched hand, offering her a gift that was so much more than the bracelet. It was a gift of safety for Gram and peace of mind for her.
“I…I…don’t know what to say,” she said. Her eyes filled with tears as she blinked furiously to battle them back.
“Don’t gotta say anything. You’re doing a lot here and this’ll take a worry off of your plate.”
She turned the disk over in her hand and saw an intricate inscription with SPI on the back. Lifting her questioning gaze back to his, he answered her silent question, “Saints Protection & Investigations. That’s the name of my company.”
Nodding slightly, she fingered the bracelet, tracing the engraved letters. “You said Luke could…um…track it?”
“I run a security operation,” he replied, his eyes finding and holding hers. “I’ve got the equipment—”
“I can’t afford the service,” she said, handing the bracelet back to him as understanding dawned on her. It was not just a bracelet, but a continuing, expensive tracking
He watched her in silence for a few minutes as she made every attempt to avoid eye contact again. Her hair was pulled up, leaving a few blonde strands to blow in the breeze. Clear blue eyes, matching the cloudless sky. She had changed from the tank top to a clean t-shirt that was modest while still clinging to her curves. He had already perused her ass as she had walked in front of him. Beautiful, pure fuckin’ beautiful.
“What?” she asked, her gaze jerking to his in confusion.
Hell, I said that aloud, he realized. “The view, darlin’. The view is beautiful.”
She gifted him with a smile as she turned back toward the vista. From the porch, they could see the trees of the woods across the road with the Blue Ridge Mountains rising in the distance. She loved this view. The tranquility of this place. “It is beautiful here, isn’t it? Do you have this kind of view at your place?”
He chuckled, realizing she thought he was talking about the mountains. “No darlin’, I don’t have this beauty on my land. At least not right now,” he replied, his eyes still on her. But maybe? Don’t have a clue how that would work out, but just maybe.
They sat in silence for a few more minutes allowing the breeze and shade to fight back the early summer heat.
“Why are you really here?” she finally asked softly, twisting to look at the handsome man sharing her porch.
He looked discomfited for a moment before shaking his head slightly. “Hell if I know,” he replied under his breath. Turning to look at her, he said, “Actually I wanted to check on you and your grandmother to make sure you were all right.”
She nodded, disappointed, but understood he felt a responsibility. “I appreciate that and we’re fine. In fact, Gram’s scratches are barely noticeable.”
“Yeah, I saw her when I first came.”
“Oh.” Not able to think of anything else to say, she remained quiet.
“I also brought you something,” he added, setting the glass onto the porch railing and reaching into his pocket. Her interest captured, she watched as he pulled out a sturdy, metal bracelet.
Turning toward her, he said, “This is for your grandmother.”
“Gram? You’re giving Gram a bracelet?” she asked in confusion.
He chuckled, “This is a tracking bracelet. We’ll attach it around her ankle and she won’t be able to take it off. It’ll feel a little weird at first to her, but she’ll soon become accustomed.”
“Tracking?”
He pointed to the center of the bracelet where a flat disc was located. “There’s a tiny electronic tracer inside. If she ever wanders away, then you call us. Luke has already programmed it into our system and we’d be able to pinpoint her anywhere. It’s waterproof and won’t need the battery changed for a long time.”
She was speechless as she gazed at his outstretched hand, offering her a gift that was so much more than the bracelet. It was a gift of safety for Gram and peace of mind for her.
“I…I…don’t know what to say,” she said. Her eyes filled with tears as she blinked furiously to battle them back.
“Don’t gotta say anything. You’re doing a lot here and this’ll take a worry off of your plate.”
She turned the disk over in her hand and saw an intricate inscription with SPI on the back. Lifting her questioning gaze back to his, he answered her silent question, “Saints Protection & Investigations. That’s the name of my company.”
Nodding slightly, she fingered the bracelet, tracing the engraved letters. “You said Luke could…um…track it?”
“I run a security operation,” he replied, his eyes finding and holding hers. “I’ve got the equipment—”
“I can’t afford the service,” she said, handing the bracelet back to him as understanding dawned on her. It was not just a bracelet, but a continuing, expensive tracking
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