ourselves a decent bar to get a couple beers and play some pool. One with no damn polo shirts and luxury cars.” He looked around the parking lot with a disgusted expression.
He might be the only son of the most infamous rocker in the world, but he was a country boy. His big black Dodge truck had mud on the tires and dirty work boots in the back. He wasn’t one
for pretenses.
“Okay. Want me to drive and you follow?”
“Yeah. We need to get your car to the house before we head out tonight.”
I opened my door and glanced back to see him walk over to his truck and climb in.
My brother was here. He was moving in with us. All three of Kiro’s kids living in one house. This was going to be . . . a disaster.
Grant
“I need you to come here now! Right fucking now!” Nan screamed into the phone. I held it away from my head to keep her from breaking my
eardrums.
“Stop yelling in my damn ear,” I barked.
“He won’t leave! I need help. I can’t get my sorry-ass father on the phone. I need you. Please. Help me!”
“Who?”
“Just get here!” She screeched and hung up the phone.
Shit. I didn’t want to go anywhere near Nan. But Harlow . . . if “he” was upsetting Nan this much, could this person hurt Harlow? Had Nan brought someone home she didn’t
know? Was he dangerous? Fuck! I ran and grabbed my truck keys and headed outside. I’d go over there, but this wasn’t for Nan. I was doing this for Harlow.
A black Dodge truck with an extended cab that looked like it had been mud-riding was parked beside Harlow’s car. Who the hell did Nan bring home this time? The idea of
Harlow being in danger made the anger inside me start to boil. Fucking Nan wasn’t safe enough for Harlow. She needed a safe place to live, and Nan made dumbass choices like this Dodge
truck.
I stalked up the steps and opened the door without knocking. Nan’s high-pitched screaming was easy to follow. I walked up the stairs to the first bedroom on the second floor.
“You are NOT living in my fucking house! Pack your damn bags and leave now! This is not the agreement I had with Kiro.” Nan was red in the face when I walked into the room. Her wild
eyes found mine and she lunged for me and wrapped her arms around me. “You came. Thank you, thank you. I need your help.”
My eyes found Harlow’s. They were wide with a mix of emotions. The only one that mattered to me was the hurt. I took Nan’s arms off my body and moved her away from me without looking
away from Harlow. I didn’t want her to think I was here for Nan.
“You called your boyfriend? That’s pretty damn funny.” The deep drawl caught my attention. I shifted my gaze to the guy standing beside Harlow. His tone sounded relaxed, but
the way he was standing slightly in front of Harlow and the stiff posture told me he felt as if he was protecting her.
“Who are you?” I asked, stepping past Nan and closer to Harlow. I didn’t know who this guy was trying to protect, but damned if I was gonna let him get any closer to
Harlow.
“He thinks he’s moving into this room! Tell him he’s not,” Nan demanded.
He thought what?
I watched Harlow take a step toward him and wrap her small hand around the guy’s bicep. I didn’t like that. Not at all. I glared at her hand on his arm then I moved my gaze to hers.
Was he hers? Had she moved on? “Who is he, Harlow?” I asked. I needed to hear her tell me this.
Harlow looked up at the guy then back at me. I could see the indecision on her face. She didn’t trust me. I fucking hated that. I’d worked so hard to get her to trust me. Now she was
holding on to this other guy like he was part of the damn cavalry.
“I don’t believe this? You come over here and you ask
her
who he is? What the hell is wrong with you? He’s in my house and I want him out. Now.” Nan grabbed my arm
and jerked it, trying to get my attention. I just ignored her. I kept my focus on Harlow.
“Grant, this is my brother, Mase
He might be the only son of the most infamous rocker in the world, but he was a country boy. His big black Dodge truck had mud on the tires and dirty work boots in the back. He wasn’t one
for pretenses.
“Okay. Want me to drive and you follow?”
“Yeah. We need to get your car to the house before we head out tonight.”
I opened my door and glanced back to see him walk over to his truck and climb in.
My brother was here. He was moving in with us. All three of Kiro’s kids living in one house. This was going to be . . . a disaster.
Grant
“I need you to come here now! Right fucking now!” Nan screamed into the phone. I held it away from my head to keep her from breaking my
eardrums.
“Stop yelling in my damn ear,” I barked.
“He won’t leave! I need help. I can’t get my sorry-ass father on the phone. I need you. Please. Help me!”
“Who?”
“Just get here!” She screeched and hung up the phone.
Shit. I didn’t want to go anywhere near Nan. But Harlow . . . if “he” was upsetting Nan this much, could this person hurt Harlow? Had Nan brought someone home she didn’t
know? Was he dangerous? Fuck! I ran and grabbed my truck keys and headed outside. I’d go over there, but this wasn’t for Nan. I was doing this for Harlow.
A black Dodge truck with an extended cab that looked like it had been mud-riding was parked beside Harlow’s car. Who the hell did Nan bring home this time? The idea of
Harlow being in danger made the anger inside me start to boil. Fucking Nan wasn’t safe enough for Harlow. She needed a safe place to live, and Nan made dumbass choices like this Dodge
truck.
I stalked up the steps and opened the door without knocking. Nan’s high-pitched screaming was easy to follow. I walked up the stairs to the first bedroom on the second floor.
“You are NOT living in my fucking house! Pack your damn bags and leave now! This is not the agreement I had with Kiro.” Nan was red in the face when I walked into the room. Her wild
eyes found mine and she lunged for me and wrapped her arms around me. “You came. Thank you, thank you. I need your help.”
My eyes found Harlow’s. They were wide with a mix of emotions. The only one that mattered to me was the hurt. I took Nan’s arms off my body and moved her away from me without looking
away from Harlow. I didn’t want her to think I was here for Nan.
“You called your boyfriend? That’s pretty damn funny.” The deep drawl caught my attention. I shifted my gaze to the guy standing beside Harlow. His tone sounded relaxed, but
the way he was standing slightly in front of Harlow and the stiff posture told me he felt as if he was protecting her.
“Who are you?” I asked, stepping past Nan and closer to Harlow. I didn’t know who this guy was trying to protect, but damned if I was gonna let him get any closer to
Harlow.
“He thinks he’s moving into this room! Tell him he’s not,” Nan demanded.
He thought what?
I watched Harlow take a step toward him and wrap her small hand around the guy’s bicep. I didn’t like that. Not at all. I glared at her hand on his arm then I moved my gaze to hers.
Was he hers? Had she moved on? “Who is he, Harlow?” I asked. I needed to hear her tell me this.
Harlow looked up at the guy then back at me. I could see the indecision on her face. She didn’t trust me. I fucking hated that. I’d worked so hard to get her to trust me. Now she was
holding on to this other guy like he was part of the damn cavalry.
“I don’t believe this? You come over here and you ask
her
who he is? What the hell is wrong with you? He’s in my house and I want him out. Now.” Nan grabbed my arm
and jerked it, trying to get my attention. I just ignored her. I kept my focus on Harlow.
“Grant, this is my brother, Mase
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