Page 8 of The Biker Needs A Nanny

All I have to do is put up with her sexy body strutting around my house until my aunt Val can come in a few months and take over.

That’s the plan. I’ve just got to manage until February.

“I take it from how you got dropped off you don’t have a car?” I ask Grace.

“Nope.”

“You a good driver?”

“Yes.”

“Any tickets?”

“No.”

“I guess you’ll have to use my truck for pick-up and drop-off, then. Ever driven a truck?”

“Nothing this big. How do you find a parking spot for it?”

I grin and turn in to the car line and stop behind the vehicle in front of me, then pop down the visor displaying the girls’ names. I glance at Grace. “You have to ensure they see the sign so they know who to load into each car.”

“Got it. What time does this line form?”

I lift my chin to the front. “The ones in the front get here about a half hour or more before pick-up. They read or play on their phones.”

“Wow.”

“If you aren’t here at least fifteen minutes early, you’ll be out on the road, sitting on the shoulder.”

“Doesn’t anyone take a bus?”

“Bus riders go out the door on the other side of the building.”

“Oh.”

I pull out my phone to punch in her information. “I’ll need your phone number.”

“I, um, don’t have a cell phone.”

I stare at her blankly for a moment; I don’t know anyone who doesn’t have one. “Are you serious?”

“Yep.”

“How do you live without one?”

“I like to eat and have a roof over my head. A cell phone is a luxury for me right now.”

“Well, you’ve got to have one to do this job. We’ll stop on the way home. I’ll add you to my plan, but I’m taking it out of your pay.”

“That’s not fair.”

“Only way this is gonna work, Grace.”

She folds her arms and stares out the window.

I cock a brow. “I’m paying you two hundred a day. That’s fourteen hundred a week. Plus, you’re getting that food and roof over your head you talked about. You’re not getting a free phone on top of it. Besides, I think you’ll have enough to cover it.”

She blows out a breath, like she’s trying to remain calm, and I grin. It’s fun to get her riled up. I’ll have to remember that.

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