Page 15 of Biker Daddy

“Well, find another one, Prince Charming, I’ll never be your damsel.”

“Fine, but if you’re lost and staying put, what is it you expect to happen if not to be rescued?”

“I haven’t decided that yet either.” She looked away. He wanted to slide one of her pigtails through his fingers.

“You’re very indecisive.”

She turned to him and smiled then, and it took his damn breath away. It was like being socked in the gut, but it didn’t hurt—in fact, it was thrilling.

“Yes, I am.” She reached up to him and he took her hand to help her to stand. He wanted to keep holding it, but she took it back.

“Would you walk me back?” she asked casually while dusting off the seat of her summer dress.

“No, but I’ll rescue you.” He smirked at her and she rolled her eyes, but her smile got unbelievably wider.

“You already rescued me once. I have a once-only limit on being rescued,” she said.

His eyes narrowed but he couldn’t hide his smirk.“Is this because you think I’ll be mad at you for doing something dangerous again?”

“No!” Her chin rose higher. “I’ve done nothing dangerous! Besides, you’re not my camp leader. I’m not your responsibility.”

He grunted his reply.

“I haven’t!”

“Camp leaders are responsible for all campers, not just their assigned kids.”

“Well, I’m not a camper. I’m just here visiting my uncle,” she said haughtily.

“Is that the cop-out you’re taking?”

Her eyes narrowed angrily at his words and she slammed her hands on her hips. He could barely hold back his smirk.

“I never cop out of anything.” Her words were strong and severe and her cheeks were flushed with anger.

He held up his hands. “Okay, okay. Truce?”

She visibly relaxed and let out a breath audibly as she nodded.

“Good. I’d hate to have the cutest girl at camp mad at me.” He grinned crookedly at her and she rolled her eyes.

“I’m the only girl at camp.”

“Come on, it’ll be time for dinner soon. I’ll walk you back.” He took her hand again and when it trembled in his, he held it tighter and before they’d even made it halfway back, Addi was walking pressed against him.

Drew’s memory faded as he heard Colin speaking from the foyer. Standing, he set the cup of coffee down and walked out of the room.

The woman standing with Colin was a ginger, with a sharp expression, big black-rimmed glasses, and a skirt too short for the business wear she’d obviously been going for.

“Would you mind if I had a word with you?” she said, her smile wide.

“Who are you?” His cold words made Colin look queerly at him. But Drew’s instincts were good, very good.

When you spent four years in a young offender facility, you had to develop an aptitude for sensing danger, bullshit, and bat-shit crazies. You also needed a powerful body and a fight-to-the-death attitude. That’s what kept you safe. Especially when your father was the president of theSkull Grinders.

The woman looked at Colin and then back at Drew and bit her lip. Her lips were thin and painted with some pale pink glossy shit. She tugged on her navy skirt and took a tentative step toward him.

“Would you mind, Colin?” she said, not looking back. The slim man nodded politely and walked away.

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