Page 80 of The Biker Needs A Nanny

“What? Tell me,” I demand, but he ignores me again.

“Turn around. See if it’s still there.” He waits, pacing. “Okay, get here fast, babe.”

“What?”

“Angie was downtown doing some last-minute shopping. She just saw Grace getting on a bus. Angie said the front marque said the destination is Jacksonville.”

“When was this?”

“Twenty minutes ago.”

“I gotta go. That bus is probably on I-10 by now,” I say. “Can you wait for Angie?”

“Yeah. Let me call the club.” Brick makes a call, but I don’t wait.

I’m already running to my bike. Five seconds later, I roar onto the street, giving it full throttle.

By the time I take the back county roads all the way to where I can pick up I-10, at least fifteen minutes have passed. I roll down the entrance ramp onto it, heading east into the sun.

About two minutes later, I hear the club closing in behind me, their Harleys roaring.

Case pulls up on my side and nods.

I’m glad for my club’s support.

It takes us about ten minutes before we catch up to a Trailways bus.

I pull to the front and read the destination on the marque. Jacksonville. This has to be it. I nod to Case, who signals the group, and we surround the side and front of the bus.

I motion the driver over.

He glances in his mirror, considering his options, but makes the wise decision to comply. Once the bus stops, I approach the driver window, and the man leans his head out. “I’ve already called 911. I’m not opening the door for you.”

“We mean you no harm. My girl is on your bus. I want to tell her I love her.”

The man stares at me like I’ve lost my marbles. “You stopped my bus for that?”

“Come on, man. It’s Christmas. Give this lovesick fool a break,” Case says, coming up on my right.

The driver sighs. “What’s her name?”

“Grace.”

He picks up the microphone. “We got a Grace on this bus?”

He leans out the window. “What’s your name, buddy?”

“Lucky.”

He gets back on the microphone. “Lucky wants to talk to you.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

Grace—

Everyone turns to look at me. My heart is beating a mile a minute. I move to the front and peer out the window.

There stands Lucky with about four of his brothers, including his president. Holy crap. What are they doing? Why did he come after me? I don’t dare to hope.

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