I’ve been running this business for a long time.”
“And a good job you’re doing, too, but
you need to stop working so dammed much and have some fun. You remember what
that means, don’t you? Going out with friends and buddies, getting naked with a
woman?” Blair didn’t comment, and that only seemed to encourage his dad more. “You
do know that if you don’t use it, it’ll fall off. Then where will your mate
be?”
“A mate is the last thing I need,
thanks. And when I do need one, I’ll make sure she doesn’t care that I don’t
have time for sex.” His dad snorted again. “You should also know that I’ve a
good mind to get myself fixed. I really don’t care for kids either.”
That shut him up. His dad was still
standing there in the yawning elevator when the doors shut. Blair was still
laughing as he left the building. He’d have to remember that threat when he
wanted to get the better of his dad. He’d never do that, but it was a nice
threat all the same.
He drove himself to the address. He
really didn’t mind the limo when he was busy with paperwork in the back of it,
but he also enjoyed a nice drive. And the drive out to the house was a pleasant
one. When he pulled into the drive, he looked at the house that he’d wanted but
could never convince the man who owned it to sell. He wondered why the man had
sold it now and not contacted him like he’d begged him to.
Blair got out of the car and left his
jacket inside. It was a warm day, yet he could feel the difference in the air around
him here as opposed to the heat in the city. There was a lot to be said for
moving out into the country. He was just lifting his hand to knock when he was
nearly bowled over by a flash of green and woman.
“Sorry, late for class. Go on in.
Grandmother is in the kitchen. She’s pissed, so tread carefully.” The woman
stopped and grinned at him as she continued. “You’re not here to fix the fridge,
aren’t you?”
“No, I’m here to—” She waved again and
got onto a big bike and took off. “That wasn’t all that helpful.”
He turned back to the door and heard
someone cussing from deep within. When he shouted “hello” the woman told him to
get his ass in there and stop screwing around. He moved toward the sound of the
voice, wondering if the entire household was this rude.
The older woman standing in the middle
of the huge kitchen looked on the verge of tears. He wanted to reach for her to
comfort her, but was put off slightly by the large hammer she was holding like
a weapon.
“It just stopped working. It couldn’t
have done this before I went to the grocery store. Oh no, it had to do it when
I have all this food to fill it with.” She looked at him. “You’re not the
repair man.”
“No, ma’am, but I can have a look at it
if you want.” She nodded at him, but still held the hammer. “Do you think you
could put that down? I’m not into having you miss whatever it was you were
going to use that on and hitting me instead.”
She tossed it in the general direction
of the table and it rattled to the floor. There were nine full bags of food on
it, as well as several on the counters and the floor near what he thought was a
pantry. He pulled out his cell phone and called his butler and cook. Rocky
answered on the first ring.
“What do you know about refrigerator
repair? I’m at a friend’s house, and hers just died on her. And she’s got a lot
of groceries.”
“Buy a new one.” He looked around the
room and wondered if there was time to get someone out to look at it or do as
Rocky suggested.
“Can you do that for me? Have a big one
brought out. I mean huge.” Blair looked at the woman who was mumbling under her
breath and putting things into the cabinet. “Make it fast, too.”
When he gave him the address and hung up,
the woman turned to him. She looked a good deal better than when he’d come in. And
when she smiled at him for whatever reason, he felt he’d been given a