Page 46 of The Heir
I didn’t even have a shirt on yet. Easy’s jogging pants were hanging low on my hips and my feet were bare as I hurried across the yard, stubbing my toe on a brick when I neared the tree.
“Damn it,” I cried, grabbing my foot and hopping a step or two.
She laughed shamelessly.
“Are you fuckin’ drunk?”
“I am not!” I denied, coming out into the streetlight, finally.
She was wearing her work uniform, and her hair was piled in a messy bun on her head.
“Look at you,” I admired.
“Me?” She bugged her eyes before pointedly dropping her gaze down my abs. “I didn’t realize you had so much ink.”
I held out my arms so she could see the extent of my sleeves, they came up my shoulders and wrapped around each pec.
“There’s plenty of time to explore…”
She smiled and stepped into me, planting a kiss that I deepened as I pushed her against the car and nipped at her jaw.
“Blaze,” She stressed my name, digging her nails into my shoulder.
“Don’t do that, or we’ll really give Easy a show out here.” I laughed.
She slapped my shoulder and I let her go with a smile.
“I have to work,” she announced the obvious.
“Dayshift?”
She hitched her thumb toward the fence, and I realized for the first time there was some kind of facility on the other side.
“I got called in.” She sighed. “Looks like I’m on for a double.”
“A double,” I blurted out, without meaning to sound so disappointed.
“Yes. A double.” She shook her head and opened the door.
“Fine. I’ll have lunch.” I smacked her ass and started back toward the porch.
By the time I got back inside, Easy was putting the pistol in his waistband and returning his supplies to the lockbox.
“You carry?” he asked, without looking at me.
“W-why would I?” I stammered, causing him to slowly turn his head and fix his gaze on me.
“Because you’re Blaze Aviston. That might not mean anything in Georgia, but here it does.”
“I don’t own a gun.”
“Never mind.” He snatched a hold of the box and nudged my arm as I passed, “C’mon.”
“Where are we going? I ain’t even dressed…”
“Little cold for that shit, best get something you can ride in.” He suggested without breaking his pace.
I made a mad dash to the guest room and changed into some jeans and a shirt. I found a pair of socks and shoved my feet into my boots. I had no idea what he was up to, but something told me it was going to help me know my father a little more, or the life he loved.