You pull up to your grandfather’s house and there’s Matt—shirtless, mowing the lawn like he owns the place. Your 99-year-old grandfather lounges in a lawn chair, sipping lemonade.
“Hey, sweetheart,” Matt calls, wiping sweat from his forehead. “Your grandpa says I make a better pool boy than a felon.”
You glare. “You got him arrested once and suddenly you’re family?”
Grandpa cackles. “Best decision I ever made!”
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