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I was going to end up loving this job. It was honestly the simplest one I’d ever had, and I was really enjoying the peacefulness of it.
“Something smells hella good,” Grit rumbled as he stepped into the kitchen. He walked over to where I was standing at the stove and peered into the pot, pulling at his beard. “Is that soup?”
I nodded. “Creamy potato and bacon soup,” I told him, a proud smile on my face. “With it raining outside, I thought it might be nice.”
A smile tilted his lips. “It’ll be fuckin’ great.” He walked over to the pantry and grabbed a small bag of chips. “Just needed a snack. Don’t work too hard.”
I chuckled as he left the kitchen. Working too hard was actually difficult. There was hardly anything for me to do. The guys were already neat and seemed to pick up and clean up after themselves. It didn’t leave much for me to do except normal, every day kind of stuff.
After taking a glance around to make sure I’d kept the surfaces clean, I walked out to the bar area to take stock of the beer.
And ran smack into Blink’s rock-hard chest.
He grunted and wrapped his hands around my biceps to steady me. My head snapped up, my eyes connecting with his. His nostrils flared, and something akin to lust flared in his hypnotizing, dark eyes.
Just as quickly as he’d grabbed me, he released me and took a step back, roughly clearing his throat. My heart was hammering against my breastbone, and my pulse was fluttering at the base of my neck. I knew my skin was flushed a light shade of red.
No man had any right being as sinfully hot as Blink was.
“The guys and I are going on a run,” Blink gruffly told me. “We’ll be gone a couple of days at most. Just keep doing what you’ve done today, and make sure you eat three meals a day. Understood?”
I nodded even though a frown tugged at my lips. I’d made a big dinner basically for no reason, but I guessed this was something I should get used to now. “Understood,” I quietly told him.
“You’re free to do what you want otherwise,” he added. “You’re not a prisoner here by any means.” He reached into his cut and pulled out an envelope, handing it to me. I frowned at the thickness of it. “That’s an advance. I just ask that you at least use some of it to get some clothes and other things that you may want for your room or for things to do when you don’t feel like going out.”
“Uhm…” I was a little lost for words, to be honest. A tentative smile tilted my lips. “Thank you, Blink.”
He just grunted and turned on his heel, walking off. I peered into the envelope, and my eyes almost bugged out of my head at the hundreds and fifties inside.
There wasno waythis was a small advance. Christ, it usually took memonthsto make this much money!
I opened my mouth to call for Blink so we could discuss this further, but by the time I looked up, he was already shutting the clubhouse doors behind him.
3
Lindsey
Irolled my neck around, trying to relieve the ache at the base of it, and set down the glass I’d been wiping to make sure it was sparklingly clean with absolutely no water spots. If Blink was paying me this much and giving me advances that damn big, I was going to bust my ass to make myself worthy of the amount of money he was paying me.
I’d gone shopping, just as he ordered me to, and I still had a huge sum left over. I’d purchased a safe and deposited it in there. I’d thought about depositing it in the bank, but it felt like too much of a hassle to open a bank account. I hated paperwork with a passion; it left trails.
I didn’t like trails. Wasn’t running from anything, but growing up like I had with shitty fucking parents, I knew shit could flip on a dime, and if I needed to disappear, I didn’t want anyone to be able to track me.
I grabbed the trash bag out of the trashcan and quickly tied it up before toting it to the clubhouse doors to throw it in the dumpster the guys had out back. Rain hit me in the face as I stepped outside, and I sighed, tightening my hold on the bag, glaring at the rain pouring down.
How did a place rain so damn much? I’d honestly never experienced anything like it, but in my short time in this town, there’d been more rainy days than sunny, clear ones.
A cough from beside me made me scream, and I dropped the trash bag, stumbling backward and landing hard on my ass on the wet ground. A boy, probably no older than eleven or twelve, was sitting on the ground, leaning against the clubhouse wall. He was shivering, his teeth chattering, and he looked like he was on the verge of passing out. His skin was too pale, and he was too skinny for a boy his age. Malnourished.
I knew that look all too well.
“Sorry,” he mumbled. “I didn’t mean to,” he coughed, “scare you.”
I quickly shook my head and moved to my knees before knee-walking over to him. “What are you doing here?”
He shrugged. “Nowhere else to go,” he confessed, looking away from me.
I pushed to my feet and held out a hand to him. “Come on. Get up.” He eyed my hand for a moment, distrust clear in his gaze, before he reluctantly grabbed it and allowed me to help him to his feet. He was already tall—taller than me—but he still had no business being as skinny as he was. “Let me throw this in the garbage, and then I’ll get you inside and get you warmed up.”
