Chapter 83 - Ryker

Seeing my Grams out of her bed for the first time in over a year should have had me jumping up and down. It probably would have-were it not for Willow in my lap. And the reason we had to move my Grams at all.

Fucking Antonia de Silva.

My raging erection died like someone had dunked me in ice water. A bit abrupt, but it certainly got the job done. I eased Willow up off my lap.

Bonus for the dead erection. Not scaring Grams with the fact that I was ready to mount up and ride Willow like she was my favorite horse couldn't be over-appreciated. I pushed to my feet.

"Hey, lady. Where do you think you're going?" I looked down at her. Her emerald eyes were sparkling under the bright lights of the hospital room.

She chuckled. Shook her silvered, coiffed head. "If you think we're going to chat about my being out of bed instead of that sweet young thing you all but dumped from your lap, you've got another think coming." She reached out a hand. Heavily veined and covered with delica