Dark Falcons MC Collection by Em Petrova

Author:Em Petrova [Petrova, Em]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-04-04T23:00:00+00:00

Aarica walked up the sidewalk and knocked on the red front door. If life taught her anything since striking out on her own, it was that she had zero time for shyness. Finding jobs to keep the money rolling in meant being bold enough to ask.

She waited on the stoop, hearing bumps and footsteps inside. When the door opened and the sweet little old man with drooping shoulders and a comb-over hairstyle faced her, she gave him a genuine smile.

“Hi, I saw your flyer up at the supermarket for a lawn mower.” She’d also seen him struggle to mow twice now from the Posts’ window.

He looked her over. “I expected a boy.”

“Girls can mow lawns too.” She softened her retort with the million-watt smile her cousins claimed would charm the Devil.

The man grunted. “I suppose that’s true enough. And my own daughter would have said the same thing. You could have called.”

“I know, but I think it’s more personal to meet face-to-face.” She glanced around at the high grass. “Seems as if you still need a worker around here.”

“I do. And since you’re the first person to come by, the job’s yours. I pay fifty dollars a week.”

Decent money. She wouldn’t complain when it meant paying her utility bills, filling up her tank or buying some food.

She nodded. “I’ll take it, and thank you. And you have a mower.”

“I do, out in the shed. If you go around the side, I’ll meet you there and unlock the door for you.”

She waited until he closed the door to shoot around the house, aware of some weeding that needed done as well. After she finished mowing, if she had time before her shift at the Painted Pig, she’d do that for the gentleman.

The back yard was just as unkempt as the front and definitely in need of a good cutting. The older man stood in front of the shed, wiggling a key into an old padlock holding the door closed. When he pulled the door open, he revealed the push mower that appeared to be in use since the eighties. She hoped it started easy. If not, her cousins had taught her a few tricks.

The man stepped aside, and she pulled the mower down a small ramp leading to the grass. He cocked a bushy brow at her. “You sure you can handle this?”

She smiled. “I grew up on a farm. I’ll be fine.”

Sweeping a hand toward the mower, he said, “It’s all yours. Knock when you’re finished and I’ll pay you.”

“Thank you, Mr. Kelley.”

“I never caught your name, young lady.”

“Aarica Byrne.”

He smiled for the first time. “Good luck getting through this high grass, Aarica.” He went inside, and she set to work starting the mower. It took a few tries, and the engine chugged a bit. In no time, she set off across the back yard, cutting paths and thinking she might need to rake up the clippings, bag it and put it at the curb for the older gentleman. But

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