Page 53 of The Biker Needs A Nanny

“She’s very pretty,” I say.

“She’s a good girl. I got lucky with her.” She meets my eyes. “Lucky’s a good father, don’t you agree?”

“He is, when he’s home,” I qualify.

“The club pulls the men away a lot, it’s true.” Angie takes my hand. “I do hope you’ll stay. Those girls need stability.”

“I like this town,” I admit, and I hate I can’t make any promises. I hate I have to live in fear of Eric finding me, because he always does. No matter how many times I run, and I’m so tired of running.

“Ho, ho, ho.” The deep rumble of Santa rings through the clubhouse, and we all turn to see him standing by the tree.

Angie whispers in my ear. “That’s Case.”

“Some little elves told me there are some children here who are on my Nice List.”

All the children run over.

“There they are.” He sits in a chair near the tree. “I think I have some presents to hand out early. They won’t all fit in my sleigh this year.”

Molly and Angie move closer, getting out their phones to take pictures. I stand and join them, taking my phone out to capture when Ella and Poppy get their gifts.

Looking around the room, and seeing all the smiling faces, I’m happy I came today. I think I may have misjudged these people.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Lucky—

“Dude, now I know why you’ve been so high-strung lately.” Brick elbows me at the bar.

Pipe stands on my other side. “Yeah. Didn’t know you had ahotnanny, brother. No wonder you’re wound so tight.”

“We rode the Ferris wheel the other night,” I admit.

Brick chuckles. “Is that code for some sex act?”

“The actual Ferris wheel, dipshit.”

Brick sips on his drink. “I thought you hated heights.”

“I do.”

“And you went on it, anyway?”

I look away, cursing myself for opening up.

“Bro, you got it bad,” Pipe says, slapping a hand on my shoulder. “I’m happy for you. ‘Bout time. You’ve been alone for too long.”

“I don’t know, Pipe. Every time I even have those thoughts, I’m swamped with guilt. And I don’t know how the girls will react if I were to get serious with someone.”

“It’s not just someone. It’s their nanny.”

“I know, and that’s crossing the line, isn’t it?”

Pipe shrugs. “Only if she’s not interested. Then it’s sexual harassment.”

“I’m her boss. It’s hard to figure out if she’s just being nice or if there’s something more.”

“Come on, man. You’ve never had trouble reading women,” Brick adds.

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