Page 56 of The Biker Needs A Nanny

“Gotta get my girls home.”

The man turns to me and extends his hand. “I’m Case, by the way.”

“Grace,” I say, shaking his hand.

“Nice to meet you, Grace. Now that you’ve seen we don’t bite, I hope you won’t be a stranger.”

“Thank you.”

Then he grins and points toward the ceiling. Lucky and I look up and spot the mistletoe. Case arcs a brow. “You know the rules, VP.”

My eyes widen, and I stare at Lucky.

He grins. “Rules are rules.”

Then he sweeps me in his arms and dips me, and his mouth brushes against mine. It’s just a soft, gentle kiss. Before I know it, I’m back on my feet, but I’m sure my face is flushed.

There’s applause from the brothers standing nearby.

Case winks at Lucky, then wanders off.

The girls run up, and we move out the door. Lucky walks us to the truck and helps the girls into the cab, then he opens thedriver’s door for me and waits while I climb inside. He stands in the open door, and I fasten my seatbelt.

“You okay to drive?” he asks, searching my eyes. “I didn’t even ask how many drinks you had.”

“Just one. I didn’t even finish it.”

He grins. “That bad?”

I grimace. “It was pretty strong.”

“Those prospects, they aim to please.” He tilts his head. “Follow me out, okay?”

“Yep.”

He passes me his gifted bottle of booze. “Take that to the house for me?”

“Sure.”

Then he closes my door and walks to his bike.

“Grace…” Ella says with a knowing grin.

“Yes, honey?” I meet her eyes in the rearview mirror.

“You kissed Daddy.”

“Well, we were under the mistletoe. That’s the rule.”

She looks out her window, but she’s still smiling. I hope she isn’t getting any ideas in her head. I suppose I should be grateful that she isn’t mad. Plenty of children don’t want another woman replacing their mother.

“Are you excited about the boat parade, Ella?” I ask, changing the subject.

“Boat parade!” Poppy yells out. “Yay!”

When we arrive at the house, it’s just after sunset, and climbing out of the truck, we hear the horn of a boat being lightly tapped.

Lucky climbs from his bike. “Come on, girls. Hurry.”

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