Page 122 of Little Bits of Daddy (Montana Daddies)

And people said dogs couldn’t smile. That was bullshit. His mouth definitely turned up at the ends.

“But what do I have that I can sell?”

Maybe Duke would have some ideas. He wasn’t going to like this. At all. However, she had to tell him. They didn’t hide stuff like this from each other. But it might be easier to tell him if she had a solution already.

But what could she sell? She glanced around the room. There was nothing in here. Maybe she could sell some of her toys?

Her heart actually skipped at the thought. Not her toys. Nope. What else did she own other than some jewelry that she also couldn’t part with?

Unless . . .

She wiggled out from under Hatter and made her way to the garage. Moving over to the corner, she pulled off the old sheet that covered it.

And there it sat, gorgeous and unused.

Biting her lip, she ran her hand over the body. She’d always hoped she’d get to take it for at least one ride. But Duke had made it clear that he didn’t want her riding it. So, it sat here, sad and unloved.

Sunny let out a deep breath. It was the only solution. And if she was never going to get to ride the pink Harley Davidson, then it should go to someone who would.

She just hoped they appreciated the rhinestones glued to the mudguards as much as she did.

It was worth a lot more than fifteen hundred dollars. It might even be enough to help her parents fix their RV. And Duke would probably be pleased to get rid of it. He’d been mad as a hornet when the Fox bought it for her.

It was silly, but it made her feel a bit sad at the idea of selling it. Like she was letting a part of the Fox go since he’d been the one to buy it for her.

Sunny shook her head at her foolishness. She got the key off the key ring holder on the garage wall. Better make sure it still started.

Hatter ran into the garage and began sniffing around. She watched as he focussed on one corner.

Grabbing the handlebars, she climbed onto the bike and lifted the kickstand with her foot. It always surprised her how heavy it was.

Too bad she couldn’t ride it just once.

She turned the key, then hit the switch to start it up. Then she revved the engine, smiling at the sound.

Hatter’s barking made her turn to check on him. He started racing toward her, chasing a giant rat.

Holy shit!

She screamed, lifting her left foot as the rat raced past, Hatter close behind. As the bike started to topple, she shoved her foot down. It landed on the gear stick and the bike moved forward, her hand twisting on the throttle as she fell backward, landing hard on the concrete floor. Her head thumped against the ground.

Fuck.

Sunny lay on the garage floor, staring up at the ceiling as she tried to breathe through the pain.

This wasn’t good. Not good at all.

Hatter whined and dug his nose against Sunny’s cheek.

“I’m okay, Hatter. I just . . . need a moment.”

Just then, the garage door started to rise.

Great. Today was turning into a complete nightmare.

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Duke brought his bike to a stop in front of the garage, hitting the key fob to raise the door. It went up with a groan and he frowned as he saw a bike lying on its side right inside the garage.

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