Page 7 of Biker Daddy

“Did you follow me?” she demanded when she found her voice.

His head pulled back in shock. “What the hell are you talking about, lady? I live here.”

She examined him further noticing his black leather vest was open and the t-shirt he’d been wearing earlier was gone. She swallowed hard. His chest was bare beneath the vest. His muscles, although well-defined, weren’t overly bulky and were tanned and smooth except for a smattering of chest hair. He wasn’t some sweaty hairy beast. His arms were covered in tattoos, and although they were pretty scary-looking they also gave her a zing of excitement in her belly. She hadn’t felt that since she was a teen. All things dangerous terrified her now and this guy had danger written up and down both arms. His eyebrow cocked up and Addi stopped gawking and cleared her throat.

“I’m sorry?” Addi’s voice went up in pitch at being caught ogling him. Gee, like you’ve never seen a hot guy before.

“Good. Now go away,” he said, pointing toward the road. The sound of his voice vibrated inside her. He smiled menacingly, and his perfect teeth made her eyes widen. This man could be a model—well, if he wasn’t a biker.

“I’m not,” she stammered, feeling confused.

“Not what?”

“Sorry.” She grabbed the bag she’d dropped and began breathing in it again. He set his hands on his hips, looked skyward and swore. Insulted, she put the bag back on the seat. She wasn’t going to let him intimidate her!

“I—I.” Why did she feel so tongue-tied? Because I hadn’t expected to see a biker at my uncle’s and I’ve been traveling and I’m exhausted and grieving and darn it, he’s a rude jackass!—And most likely my gay uncle’s boyfriend. She gave herself permission to be a little undone.

“If you weren’t, then why’d you say it?” He fingered the hair in the divot beneath his extremely sensual mouth as his lips curled into a snarl.

“Who are you?” she asked, attempting to open her door. He didn’t step out of the way to let her though. He leaned down into the window and glanced around the rental as if assessing whether he should let her out or not.

“That’s the wrong question. You know who I am and I know who you are, and I’ve already told you, I’m not interested, so turn your rental around and get the hell out of here. No amount of money will change my mind.”

“I think you’ve mistaken me for someone else and if you wouldn’t mind, it’s been a heck of a day and I’d be rather pleased if you’d stop shouting at me.”

He pulled his bottom lip through his teeth. “Really? You’d be rather pleased?” He mimicked a high-pitched feminine voice and crossed his arms. “You are a writer, yes?”

She frowned. “Yes, how’d you know?”

He sighed as if the last of his patience was gone and he was ready to do as he’d threatened in the bar and toss her out on her butt.

“Lady, I’m tired of your games. I’m not doing the interview on Ray, or showing you his last works, so you can fuck off.”

She frowned at his awful language but spoke as if she hadn’t heard it. “I’m not that kind of writer, Mr. Biker. I write for Charm & Adventure Magazine. And my boss already did a write-up on Tonalonka Camp five years ago.” Addi had no interest in writing anything about Uncle Ray except an obituary and eulogy.

Her heart sank at the thought and once again she attempted to rub away the hurt with a fist to her sternum.

“Did you just—” He paused and a smirk pulled the corners of his mouth upward. It changed his whole face at least what she could see of it not hidden by his sunglasses. “Did you just call me Mr. Biker?” His chuckle and sort-of smile unfortunately made him even more attractive.

“Well, uh, yes, I guess I did.” She felt her cheeks flush. He leaned way back clutching his abs and laughed heartily.

“Name’s Fitz,” he said in a lazy drawl. “Camp isn’t open right now.” His eyes fell on her luggage. She looked over her shoulder at her expensive bags, a gift from Daniel and Steven. “This isn’t your kind of place anyway, lady.”

“I know it isn’t open,” she said, looking back at him, narrowing her eyes further. She wondered if she’d get wrinkles from holding the expression for too long, so she relaxed her face.

“Ray just died,” she stated plainly. A queer feeling crawled in her chest at him examining her things again. Would he steal them? She suddenly became aware that they were very alone and far from civilization. Her breath quickened and then she regained her self-control. No, this was Uncle Ray’s boyfriend, wasn’t it?

“Are you… uh… the man who lives here at the camp… with Ray?”

“I live in the maintenance trailer here in the camp, yes. Who’re you?” His right brow arced above his glasses and he frowned again, this time looking puzzled. “Besides a Charm & Adventure Magazine writer.” His hand rose to shove back his gorgeous, although messy, dark hair.

“I’m Ray’s niece.” That got Fitz’s attention. He straightened and stepped back, pulling open her door. His lean but well-conditioned torso made her stare again as he did. He even offered a hand as she climbed out, but Addi ignored it. She thought she might feel better standing, but the man still towered over her—it wasn’t some trick fear had played on her in the bar. He was big—huge even.

She looked up. He looked down and plucked the hat from her head. There was an unreadable expression on his face, but it was one that made her gut flip and flutter. She swallowed hard. And then she saw it. He recognized her.

“Addianna Moore.” She nodded. “Where’s your pigtail braids?” he asked, smoothing a palm over his bearded chin as he assessed her and then he snatched her sunglasses too. He chuckled. “Yep, that’s you. I’d recognize those brown eyes anywhere.”

“Oh.” He must have seen pictures of her. Uncle Ray was always showing off the school pictures of her in his wallet. And pigtail braids was her hairstyle choice back then. “And you’re my uncle’s… er… friend?” She tilted her head as he leaned back onto the heels of his big black boots.

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