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Sprite didn’t know Remi super well, but the way her mouth opened and she blinked a couple times had her wondering what was going through Remi’s head.

“Umm, I’m not sure I understand the question. We have employees of all shapes and sizes. What threats are you talking about?”

“Well, I just meant sometimes a situation calls for an individual specifically suited for it. I hope you didn’t take it as a negative.”

Remi shifted in her chair. “No offense taken. I just was trying to clarify. For our security company, I assess the client’s needs and then provide who I deem is best to neutralize any and all threats. Dad and Mom, until we lost her, raised us to be very safety conscious. It’s translated phenomenally into our jobs. I have complete faith in everyone associated with the bail bonds and security that any and all threats to the client and them will be met with the appropriate force to be neutralized. I mean, that’s what you do in your job, right? You assess and then decide a course of action. We’re not that different.”

He nodded and dropped it, taking a bite of his roll. Beth was looking at him like he hung the moon and Sprite had to wonder if he was a different person when they were alone. Was he just uncomfortable with the whole family?

Although his behavior had her wary, Sprite was going to wait to make her decision. The time she’d spent with Beth had shown her a strong, capable woman who was fantastic at her job and funny as heck. Sprite hoped her new friend wasn’t disappointed in her new boyfriend.

Sprite wiped Oakley’s face and gave her some cut-up green beans and some more gravy steak along with some mashed potatoes. Oakley had finished it quickly and asked for more. Sprite could understand why. It was melt-in-your-mouth tender, and the gravy was so good. Sprite had never had to worry about weight because she didn’t seem to put on pounds even after having Oakley. When finances were tight, she definitely didn’t because she limited her food. Being able to eat until her stomach was full, knowing she wouldn’t be taking food away from her family, was satisfying.

Tomorrow, she started her first day at the studio. She’d be dropping the kids at daycare by herself and then going into work. She was excited to get her hands on the tattoo gun again and work. Although she appreciated the break to get acclimated, she was ready to work. Rascal and she were also finalizing all the info for ladies’ night. She was so excited for her new life. She gazed at Roam, watching him helping Georgia get the spoon of mashed potatoes in her mouth and not all over her bib. She was trying to get a huge amount and half was falling off before it got to her mouth. Georgia was getting frustrated, but Roam was patient with her, helping her until she got the hang of it.

Just one more reason to fall for the tall, tattooed biker who was digging himself deeper into her heart.

Chapter Fifteen

Roam walked into the studio a little late. He and Rascal were supposed to both be here before Sprite started her day, but his children had not cooperated. Georgia had not been happy when Grant and Casper had taken all the toys she had in front of her to drop down the stairs from the upstairs.

Don’t even get him started on the fact Grant had left both gates on the stairs unlatched so his baby brother could crawl up them. Thank goodness, he hadn’t tumbled down them. The only blood had been Grant’s because after he’d thrown the toys down, Georgia had wanted them back. When Grant tried to take them away again, Georgia had smacked him in the face with the toy, cutting his chin.

At least, that’s what he thought had happened. He’d been grabbing extra diapers because the daycare had sent a reminder text that he was supposed to be bringing more. He’d had to go on what Grant was saying. Of course, everyone was crying while Grant was explaining and Cane was barking. Was it only a couple weeks ago that he thought he was rocking the single parent thing?

He’d already decided he needed to talk with Sprite about his ex-wife or former wife or separated wife. He wasn’t even sure what to call her, but he didn’t consider himself married. He hoped Sprite didn’t feel differently. He wanted to talk with her today but when he’d run it by Rascal, Rascal had vetoed it. He’d said Roam couldn’t have a personal conversation and then expect Sprite to work. Rascal had suggested driving Sprite to pick up the kids and doing it before they picked them up. Then allow Sprite time to think about it. Roam hoped Rascal had the right idea because Roam didn’t want to lose Sprite.

He backed his bike in. He’d dropped the ATV at home before heading to work. Even though it was a short drive, he needed the wind hitting him and the feel of his bike on the road to get him back on an even keel before he started work.

He pushed the door open and spotted Sprite and Rascal, already at work on their clients.

“Sorry I’m late.”

“How’s Grant? Rascal said he was hurt,” Sprite questioned.

“He’ll be fine. Honestly, he’s lucky Georgia wasn’t playing with something metal. Stella met us at daycare and said he doesn’t need stitches. She put some butterfly bandages on to help hold it together. I’m sorry I missed wishing you a great first day.”

“Rascal brought us donuts and coffee from the diner. Your first client cancelled, so you have time for some caffeine.”

Roam nodded and went in to grab a coffee. He’d had breakfast and fed the kids before Grant had incited the riot at his house this morning. He took a deep breath in and blew it out slowly. Things would be all right.

He’d talk with Sprite tonight and then contact his lawyer again to see where they were at in the process. He thought he still had some time before they could finally get a court judgment.

He walked out and sat down in his chair beside his tattoo chair for his client. He glanced over at the man Sprite was tattooing. He recognized the man that he’d offered his card to at the competition and extended an offer to drop by their MC.

“Hey, how’s it going, man?”

The client turned his head. “Perfect since I got the first appointment she had available.”

“You come alone, or did you bring your buddies?”

“I brought them, but they wanted more than the coffee and donuts. They walked down to Regina’s Roadside Refuge for breakfast. One of them snagged an appointment with Sprite for this afternoon.”

Roam nodded. “You have a place to stay yet?”

“Yep, Rascal already invited us to stay at the clubhouse and check out what you all had to offer. He said there were a couple of extra rooms.”

Rascal stood up from his chair after wiping the client’s back. “You need a break?” he asked his client.

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