Page 58 of The Biker Needs A Nanny

He tastes his drink. “Not bad. You like scotch?”

“I don’t know that I’ve ever had it.”

“Just sip it.”

I do and grimace, swallowing it down.

He chuckles and takes the glass from my hand. “That’s okay. You don’t have to drink it.”

I give him a relieved look. “Thanks.”

“Sorry about tonight.

“About what?”

“That kiss. I had no idea Prez was going to do that.” He downs his drink. “What’d you think of the clubhouse?”

“It was nicer than I expected.”

“Probably because our last clubhouse was a dump. Case made sure we got something better. He’s been a good president since he took the gavel.”

“What happened to the last president?”

“He was stealing from the club and strung out on drugs half the time. The Birmingham chapter came down and saw what was going on, and they ran him off. Him and our old VP. They took their bikes and beat the shit out of them.”

“That sounds awful.”

“It was a really good day for our club, actually. It was the start of everything changing for the better. We owe those boys a debt of gratitude.”

“Who?”

“Shades and his crew. It was hard for any of us to stand up to both our president and VP, but it was easy Shades, because he was on equal footing. Shades is a good man, and he doesn’t take crap from anyone. When he saw what was going on, he didn’t hesitate to clean house.”

“It was nice they came to support you guys for the toy run.”

“Yeah, we do that kind of thing for each other.” His eyes move over me. “I like that sweater.”

“Thanks for buying it for me.”

“I wasn’t fishing for a thank you, Grace.”

“Oh.”

“Thursday, the girls' holiday break starts. My parents are picking them up that afternoon.”

“I’ll have a free weekend?”

“If you want it, but I was going to say that while the girls are gone, I’d… ah… like to take you to dinner.”

I stare at him, trying to figure out if that offer is an actual date or if he’s just talking about grabbing food.

His eyes drop to my sweater again. “Maybe you could wear that. I’ll take you someplace nice. We could start on a better foot than the day we met. We could actually get to know one another.”

He does mean like a date. Giddiness fills me. But at the same time that my heart is beating in my chest, my brain is slammingon the brakes.Whoa. Slow down. He’s your boss. You work for this man. If we try to turn this relationship into something more, and it goes wrong, it could screw everything up.

And I love it here. Even though I know in my heart, I’ll probably have to run soon to keep Eric from finding me. I dread that day, and I don’t want to do anything to cause it come sooner.

On the other hand, my heart is telling me it could work out. We could fall in love. This could be my life permanently, here with this gorgeous man and his beautiful girls. A ready-made family and a home. Things I’ve never had. Things I’ve longed for.

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