Free Deeds (Broken Deeds #1) by Esther E. Schmidt Page B

fascinating to watch the skin on his arms turns white from where his fingers are pressed. Maybe he’s also biting his tongue, who knows. But he’s settling with my agreement with her, probably hoping she’ll forget. Fat chance she will. Her smile is huge as she nods.
    “You got a deal, pumpkin!” She picks up her tea and takes a sip, her eyes drooping from apparent fatigue.
    I set my cup down. “Okay, Grams. Now that we have this settled, why don’t you go rest up a bit?”
    Deeds nods in agreement. “Yeah, Grams. She’s right. Lemme take you home.”
    Seems my foot is trying to find Deeds his toes again, because I can’t help myself as I blurt, “I have a better idea. Why don’t you go lie down in the guest room? We’ll lock the door so you can rest without anyone bothering you. I’ll check on you in a little while. Maybe Deeds can go out for groceries so we can make dinner together later.”
    “Marvelous idea, pumpkin. My boys never thought about locking me in, so I’d stay safe. I’m glad you’re here now to take care of me.”
    I can’t help but smile. God, how I missed a warm motherly person in my life. I’ve only been around bikers since I lost my own grandmother. And with me having no other option but to stay put these upcoming days? Yeah, I’d like to spend more time around Grams.
    “You got it, Grams. It’ll be my pleasure. I’m having a little vacation time. Things were getting awfully boring around here, so I should be the one to say thanks for keeping me company.”
    She Shuffles over and puts both hands to my face. “Such a sweet little thing.” She kisses the top of my head and turns to Deeds. “Could you walk with me to the guestroom, son?”
    He nods at Grams but looks over at me and I just know he’s gonna give me hell the second he gets back.
    Walking into the living room, I look around. Okay, I confess, I might be looking for a place to hide. A file folder on the table catches my eye and I can’t help but take a peek.
     

Chapter 6
     
    ***Deeds***
     
    My chest tightens when I think back how Lynn treated Grams. Tender and already so protective. Lock the fucking door so Grams can’t hurt herself. Why didn’t I fucking think of that? Oh yeah, I know, because it might have been insane. How come when Lynn suggested it she didn’t make it sound like we were locking her ass up? Damn. Thank fuck the old woman had a good day, well the moment she was in our kitchen at least.
    As I said, she’s old. Sometimes she does things she doesn’t even remember doing. Like the last time we went out to dinner. She left to go to the bathroom and never came back to the table. I waited for like fifteen minutes before I found out she got confused and wandered home.
    Walking into the living room, I smile when I see Lynn sitting on the couch. She’s got her feet tucked beneath her perfect ass and papers are scattered all over the cushions. Seems like she found the file I deliberately left on the table. I knew she was too damn curious not to peek inside.
    We need a breakthrough with this case, and if that means new eyes, so be it. If I know Lynn’s view on things as well as I think I do, she’ll be a great help. Even though I left it out for her to find, I can’t resist busting her ass. Besides, I’m pretty sure she would be disappointed if I didn’t.
    “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
    The papers in her hands scatter as a little yelp escapes her throat.
    “What the hell, Deeds? Do you want my heart to stop?”
    “Like fuck it will. Your heart belongs to me, I own that fucking heartbeat.”
    She rolls her eyes. “Cocky much? Jeeeeezzzzz.”
    Reaching out, I wrap my hand around her neck, my grip tight but not tight enough to cut off her air or hurt her. Her eyes go dark as I feel her pulse speed beneath my fingers.
    “Feel that? Do I need to say more? I bet that cunt of mine is getting wet right now. Do your walls contract with every squeeze my hand gives? Nothing cocky about