Page 70 of Wrecked
He spotted them on the back-porch swing. Granddad had his arm around Grandmom and he was singing to her. It was soft enough that Hawk couldn’t hear the lyrics, but he could see how happy Grandmom was. Emotion tightened his throat. It was unusual to see them having a quiet moment together. The song ended and they kissed.
The front door opened and Prescott walked in. “Nice bike. You ended up getting the Low Rider in black.”
Hawk tipped his chin toward the porch. “He was singing to her.”
Prescott glanced over. “Looks like he’s doing a lot more than singing to her now.”
Their grandparents were kissing each other pretty good.
“Well, I’mnotinterruptingthat,” Hawk said, and Prescott laughed. “I’m going into the barn to see what’s going on.”
Hawk and Prescott each grabbed a giant door and pulled it open, then stood there staring inside. There were dozens of wooden crates strewn about the space, along with numerous farm implements. Several power tools lay on the floor.
“How the hell did it get this way?” Prescott asked.
“When Granddad’s farmhand quit,” Hawk replied.
Two hours later, the barn had been cleaned and organized. The brothers were sweaty, hungry, and thirsty.
They found their grandparents sipping wine on the back porch.
“Hey, what a great surprise,” Granddad said. “It’s Scotty and Nicky!”
“What are you two doing here?” Grandmom asked.
“We’ve been cleaning out the barn for the past two hours,” Hawk replied.
“I was just out there last week,” Granddad said. “It didn’t look so bad.”
Hawk and Prescott exchanged glances.
Grandmom rose. “Let’s get you boys something to eat.”
They retreated into the kitchen where Grandmom pulled out leftovers and fixed them each a plate.
While they wolfed it down, Grandmom asked about their day.
Since neither could discuss ALPHA or BLACK OPS, Hawk said, “I bought a nightclub.”
“Good for you,” Granddad said. “You didn’t sell Hawk Security, did you? That’s what made you wealthy, Nicky.”
“Still got the security biz,” Hawk answered after swallowing down the chicken. “I’m half owner of the club. Addison owns the other half.”
“How you gonna work that into your schedule?” Prescott asked.
“Who the hell knows,” Hawk replied.
“How’syourempire, Scotty?” Granddad asked.
“In effin’ shambles,” Prescott replied.
“Still doing battle with your uncle?” Grandmom asked.
“Every chance I get,” Prescott replied and Hawk chuffed out a laugh.
The guys finished eating, dropped their empty plates in the sink. “Thanks for dinner,” Hawk said. “Always love your chicken, Grandmom.”
She beamed at them. “You boys were always such good eaters.”
