Page 69 of The Biker Needs A Nanny

I gaze across the table, and he winks at me, making me smile.

Poppy swings her legs back and forth, watching us.

I return to my pancakes, trying to hide the blush his look causes.

It’s just four days to Christmas, and I have no present for Lucky. I don’t know how I’m going to sneak out to shop without him.

His phone goes off with the tune I’ve learned he’s programmed for the club.

He takes it, stepping away to the kitchen. I hear him murmuring in a low voice, and a moment later he returns.

“I’ve got to run out.” He moves to Ella, kissing her on the head, then Poppy. “Be good for Grace.”

He jerks his chin toward the kitchen, giving me a subtle message.

I pick up my glass. “I think I’ll get some more juice.”

Following him out, he grabs my waist and pulls me to him, his mouth covering mine in a passionate kiss. We both hear giggles, and break apart to see Ella and Poppy peeking around the corner.

Lucky grins and steps back.

“Daddy kissed Grace,” they both tease at once.

“Okay, girls. Back to your breakfast.”

They run off, giggling, and he drops one last soft kiss on my lips, then heads to the door, pauses, and looks back at me and winks.

I blow him a kiss, and he’s gone.

When I return to the dining room, the girls are still giggling.

“Okay, you two. I need to go into town and find your father a Christmas gift. Will you help me?”

“I’ll help you,” Ella says.

“Me, too,” Poppy adds.

We take the truck and head to Main Street. I park in one of the diagonal spots, and we walk down the street. “There’s a shop I want to check out. I think it may have the perfect thing.”

“What kind of shop?” Ella says, tugging on my hand.

“It’s a jewelry shop.”

“Do they sell jewels?” Poppy tugs on my other hand.

“Your father wears a lot of silver. I thought maybe a bracelet.” When I get my paycheck and pay the interest on my grandmother’s ring, I should have about two hundred left. So, I’m breaking into my emergency fund to cover the cost. I spot the shop. “Here it is.”

A bell over the door jingles when we enter.

“May I help you?” An elderly gentleman approaches.

“I was hoping to find a men’s bracelet.”

“Of course. We have a selection over here.” He leads us to the end of a glass display case. “We have silver, gold, perhaps you’d like something you could engrave.”

I scan my choices. Nothing seems right, and I can’t picture Lucky wearing any of these. My shoulders slump.

“We have a few in this case as well,” the gentleman offers, and I step to the next display.

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