Page 51 of The Biker Needs A Nanny

I glance at Lucky as Angie leads me toward a big round table near the back of the clubhouse. We’re in a large open room with a bar on the right, some tables and chairs, as well as some couches. In the back are pool tables, dart boards, and arcade games. The kids are there having a great time playing and chasing each other around.

A huge tree sits along the left wall near a stone fireplace opposite the bar.

The women look up when we approach.

“Ladies, this is Grace, Lucky’s new nanny.”

“Hi, Grace,” a pretty blonde says. “I’m Case’s ol’ lady, Molly.”

Angie leans to my ear. “He’s the club’s president.”

The blonde gestures to some chairs. “Welcome. Sit down.” She snaps her fingers, and a man comes running. “Get this lovely lady whatever she wants to drink, prospect.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He turns to me. “What’ll you have, Miss?”

“Um, can I get a Seven & Seven?”

“Absolutely. I’ll be right back.”

“So, how are you and your boss getting along?” Molly asks.

“Fine for the most part, and of course, his girls are great.”

She nods, like she knows something I don’t. Or maybe she just knows Lucky well.

“You don’t have to pretend, Grace. We all know Lucky can be a grouch. Especially this time of year.”

I smile, but I don’t know how much to share. I don’t know these girls well enough to confide in them.

Angie leans toward me. “Brick heard you decorated the house, and it pissed Lucky off.”

“Well, I…” I’m not sure whether I should confirm or deny. Lucky is my employer, and I feel some loyalty to not talk behind his back.

“Don’t put her on the spot, Ange,” a pretty girl with long dark hair says. “I’m Jennifer, by the way.”

“She’s Pipe’s little sister,” Angie informs me.

“Pipe?” I look between them with a frown.

“He’s the club’s enforcer,” Angie says, then taps me on the shoulder and points across to the bar. “The tall one downing that shot.”

“Oh,” I reply, twisting to look.

“So, how’d you find out about the nanny position?” Molly asks.

“I used to waitress at Nick’s Diner.”

“I know that place,” Angie perks up. “I’ve never seen you there.”

“Let her finish her story,” Molly says. “You were saying, Grace.”

“Well, this sweet old man came in, and all he had was a handful of coins. He asked what he could get with them. I gave him a meal on the house. My boss found out and fired me on the spot.”

“What a dick,” Jennifer puts in.

“Yes, he was,” I agree. “Anyway, there was an older woman sitting in a booth who saw the entire thing. After I punched out, she followed me outside and told me her neighbor was looking for someone to watch his girls.”

“Serendipity,” Jennifer whispers.

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