Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 98255 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 491(@200wpm)___ 393(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98255 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 491(@200wpm)___ 393(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
The diner was still open since it did serve the late-shift workers. Grant was tempted to head in, and then he realized he had ordered a pizza. He was about to head back when Wanda whimpered again, so no hot pizza for him, if they even bothered to leave it outside.
Walking through town, he came to a stop outside the gym. He thought about Maddie and wondered if she was still visiting. Maddie had decided it was time to lose some weight, after Bull created a scene in order to push her away, but whatever the reason, it had sent her to the gym.
He wasn’t too fond of the gym member, Jase, not that there was anything wrong with him. From what Maddie had told him, Jase was a good guy.
“You’re always so fucking sorry, but I’m getting tired of this shit, Grant. When are you going to grow up?” He couldn’t help but think of Bull’s accusation earlier. He was fucking grown up. So, he didn’t always show up at the garage, but what was the fucking point? His brother had ordered him to go to the mechanics course. Fixing cars wasn’t something he wanted to do.
He was good at club work—fighting, working with his hands, doing shit. He was good at all of it, but working at the garage was fucking boring.
“You’re always so fucking sorry, but I’m getting tired of this shit, Grant. When are you going to grow up?” Once again, Bull got into his head. He was a fucking grown-up and had been for a long time.
Wanda whimpered again, and he glanced down at her. “Do you think I should go and ask for a job here?” he asked.
Working at the kennels through the day and the gym at night. It sounded doable.
He stepped into the building and as soon as he did, the man on the counter looked at the dog and shook his head.
“We don’t allow animals in the building.”
“Then why call yourself a fucking gym?” Grant asked. Where he went, Wanda went, and he’d have it out with anyone who tried to force his dog out in the cold. “Where’s Jase?”
“I mean it. That dog is not allowed inside. It carries diseases and is just gross.” The man named Ben, according to his name tag, swatted his hand as if to ward off whatever Wanda had.
Grant was not in a good mood. He still wore the Chaos and Carnage MC leather cut, but he was possibly the first club member to ever be suspended.
He was pissed off. There was nothing funny about what had just happened. Leaning on the counter of the desk, he curled his finger, as if he was drawing him close.
Ben stepped closer and Grant grabbed the front of his jacket and yanked on it. “Listen to me, fucker, my dog stays, and if you’ve got an issue with it, I’ll beat you black and fucking blue so your eyes swell shut, and then you don’t have to see my dog. Now, where is Jase?”
As if his request had conjured him up, Jase stepped out of a side door, with none other than Aria Taylor. Her face was bright red.
“I’ll see you the day after tomorrow,” Jase said.
Aria nodded.
Grant looked at her. She hadn’t seen him. Why was Aria at the gym? What the fuck was happening in town?
“Sir, there’s a gentle … man here to see you.”
Grant nearly burst out laughing, and if it wasn’t for Aria’s disappearing ass, he would have. Right now, he had a whole load of questions.
Jase turned to him and the smile faded a little. It was nice to see he’d made an impression the last time they met.
“Grant,” Jase said. His gaze slid down toward Wanda and instead of telling him to get out, he merely crouched down.
He expected Wanda to go and greet Jase but she didn’t. Instead, she stayed at his side, and he was so fucking pleased with that. Hah. The dog wanted him.
Jase smiled and stood. “You want to see me?”
“Yes.”
“Let me take you to my office.”
“The dog, sir,” Ben said.
“The dog clearly stays.” Jase walked to his office and Grant moved with Wanda at his side.
They stepped inside Jase’s office, which wasn’t the door he’d come through with Aria.
“What is Aria doing here?” Grant asked, more interested in her reasons for being there.
“I can’t discuss clients with you, Grant.”
“Client. She’s using this place?”
Jase sighed and sat down. “You’re already breaking rules with your dog. I won’t be discussing people who visit here.”
Grant sat down and Wanda sat beside him. They looked at Jase.
“Just so you know, it doesn’t say anywhere on the building that dogs aren’t allowed.”
“Grant, it’s a gym. Dogs at gyms could get hurt.”
“I came to see you.”
“What can I do for you?”
“I want a job.”