Page 47 of Sling’s Awakening

I open the door, and my eyes widen in shock. A humongous man is beaming at me. The same humongous man who was at the club with Sling the night he came in with his brothers for a birthday.

“Fancy seeing you again,” he greets, his smile only widening.

I feel like I’m missing out on an inside joke or something.

“Did Sling put you up to this?” I ask, narrowing my eyes at him.

“No, babe. You called us, and I’m here to deliver.” He points behind him at a truck with a trailer attached, loaded down with a mower and various equipment. The logo on the truck takes up almost the entire vehicle, making it impossible to miss. “The club owns the company.”

Oh shit.

My eyes dart between him and the truck as my brain plays catch up to the new information it’s being fed. I should have researched this more.

“Do the owners of the company usually mow lawns? I figured you would have other people doing that. You know, like employees.” I cross my arms while I wait for his answer.

“I made an exception for you.” He winks.

My heart begins to beat a little faster from his flirtatious charm. He’s a sweet talker and easy on the eyes, but for some reason Sling is the only man who has made my entire body feel like it’s going to go up in flames. Maybe I like them a little annoying.

I look at my yard behind him and see the dandelions sprouting. It needs to be mowed, and I can’t wait another week in hopes I can have someone else come and do the job.

“Well, then, by all means,” I motion toward my lawn, giving in. “Have at it.”

He tips his head at me before stepping off my porch and walking back to the trailer to unload the mower.

I should go back inside and close the door. I have no business watching this man who looks like he could lift a car with his bare hands, lower the ramp down, his muscles rippling with each movement.

But I can’t look away.

Not even as he throws a massive leg over the mower, starts it up and backs off the trailer.

If I had known Sling’s club owned this company, I would have gone with someone else. Save myself this headache that I’m sure it’s going to cause. But he’s here now and I can’t change that. I’m just happy that Sling’s stupid face isn’t doing it.

I hum to myself as I watch him move his first row, as I wonder if Sling knows his brother is mowing my lawn right now.

Probably not.

Sighing, I push off the frame and close my front door, leaving him to it. I have better things to do than involve myself anymore with the men in that club. Like get my life together.

While washing the dishes I had dirtied from meal prepping for the week, something outside the window above my sink catches my eye, making me look up and focus on the house next door.

I freeze as a slow smirk toys at my lips.

Sling is standing in his driveway with his arms crossed, glaring at his brother mowing my lawn.

Uh oh.

Looks like someone is going to get in trouble.

As if he can feel me watching him, Sling looks over in my direction, staring right at me.

Oh boy.

He does not look happy. I can feel the tension radiating off his body from here.

The smirk drops off my face.

There’s no way he can see me inside my house from that far away.