Page 50 of The Biker Needs A Nanny

He chuckles, and one of his brothers walks past singing,I Caught Mommy Kissing Santa Claus. Then he bumps into me, and I stumble against Lucky, who catches me to his chest.

“Oops. My bad. Sorry.” The man ambles off with a grin.

“You okay?” Lucky asks.

“Yes.” I step from his hard body, blushing.

“Sorry about that. My brothers are pranksters, and they think they’re hilarious sometimes.” He turns and yells after the man. “But they’re not!”

“It’s okay.”

He jerks his thumb over his shoulder. “We just need to unload the toys, then we’ll head to the clubhouse.”

“Okay.”

An hour later, I pull the truck down a long gravel drive, following behind Lucky. It leads to a lot and a big metal building with two stories. It kind of reminds me of a pole barn. I’ve heard people sometimes turn them into homes. There’s an overhanging roof with a concrete patio underneath, with tables and seating groups.

I find an open spot and park. The girls scramble out but wait for me. I remove the glasses, then tug the hat off and fix my hair in the mirror.

“Come on, Grace,” Ella says impatiently.

“Just give me one second.” I shrug out of the leather jacket and leave it in the truck, then beep it locked and take the girls by the hand.

Lucky meets us halfway.

The girls run ahead to some of the other children they obviously know, and Lucky stops in front of me. His eyes drag over me from head to toe.

“Wow. I knew that sweater would look hot on you.”

“Does it?” I’m nervous about going inside, and I guess it shows.

He holds out his hand. “Come on.”

But I hesitate, my heart pounding in my chest.

“You didn’t come all this way, looking like that, just to stand in the doorway. Come on, Grace. It’ll be fine.”

I slip my hand in his, blowing out a breath.

We’re barely through the door when one of Lucky’s brothers approaches him.

“So, this your new nanny, brother?”

Lucky seems a little put off by being hit with this the moment we enter.

“Yeah, Brick. This is Grace. Grace, this is my club brother, Brick.”

He’s still got his Santa suit on, like most of the men, minus the hat and beard. His coat is open down the front, and I see his leather vest underneath. There’s a patch on his chest that reads,Road Captain.

I recognize him as the prankster who knocked me into Lucky’s chest out by the bikes. I extend my hand. “Yes, I believe webumpedinto each other recently.”

He kisses the back of my hand. “Forgive me? I couldn’t help it.” He turns and tugs a woman forward. “Grace, this is my ol’ lady, Angie.”

The woman has a big smile and brown hair in bouncy curls that reach to the top of her shoulders. She’s adorable, with big dimples. “I’m so happy to meet you. I heard you were taking care of Ella and Poppy. They’re such sweet girls, aren’t they?”

“Yes, definitely. They’re angels. We’ve grown quite close.”

“That’s fantastic. I love your sweater, by the way.” Before I can respond, she hooks her arm through mine. “Come on. I want to introduce you to the other girls.”

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