Page 7 of Biker Under My Tree

But the way he’d called mesugar…

A loud ding from the oven pulled me back to reality and snapped me out of my thoughts about Bones.

Right.

I still had a mountain of baking to do.

I needed to focus on that and not on the sexy biker next door.

Chapter Six

Bones

“She yours?”

I glanced at Mickey, who watched me with a knowing smirk.

“Because she looks like she’s yours,” he went on, “even though she walked back into her house.”

Nut appeared at my side, and a cold beer extended toward me. I took it and popped the top with a quick twist. “That’s the first time I’ve ever talked to her.”

“Bullshit,” Wick called from across the garage. “Ain’t no way that’s the first time you’ve talked to her, not with the way she looked at you.”

I narrowed my eyes. “Looked at me like what?”

Wick chuckled and shook his head. “Like she was ready for you to throw her over your shoulder and spend the rest of the day in bed, man.”

The guys let out a few whoops and laughed as I took a long drink and tried to keep my face neutral. But the truth was, my mind drifted back to how she’d looked at me—those big eyes widening, her cheeks flushing as if she couldn’t decide if she wanted to run away or stay right there. There was a nervousness to her, sure, but she also hadn’t backed down.

“Maybe she was nervous because she thought you idiots were robbing me,” I said with a smirk. “For all she knew, I could’ve been walking into a damn heist.” I was pretty sure that was what Snow had thought, too.

Mickey snorted. “Nah, she was nervous, all right, but that was from being in your presence. You don’t see it?”

“Look, she’s just my neighbor,” I said with a shrug. “At least…for now.”

They let out another cheer. Nut slapped me on the back while Wick grinned and took a pull from his beer. I couldn’tdeny that the idea sounded damn appealing. Snow—hell, even her name fit her perfectly—being mine sounded damn good. I’d seen her around, sure, watched her come and go from that little bakery setup she had going. She was always hustling, arms full of boxes, flour in her hair. She was something else entirely up close.

“I’m telling you, Bones,” Mickey said, “it wouldn’t take much to make her yours considering what I just saw.”

I looked out toward her house and caught a glimpse of her through the kitchen window. She had her back to it and moved around with a purpose as she got back to work.

There was a blonde girl who helped sometimes, and some guy too. But she was short-handed right now.

As the guys got louder as they talked about the bikes around the shop, I took another drink and let myself watch her for a second longer. There was something about Snow that got under my skin with a feeling that I hadn’t felt in a long time.

Yeah, maybe she was just my neighbor for now. But I wasn’t planning on keeping it that way.

Chapter Seven

Snow

I needed to get the weekly order to the coffee shop, but I also had two batches of muffins in the oven. If I timed it just right, I should have been able to drop off the delivery and make it back before the muffins were done, but my mind wouldn’t let me relax.

What if the oven decided to turn off? Or worse, what if it went haywire and shot up to a thousand degrees? I could almost see the flames licking up the walls, smoke billowing out, and the whole house gone because of some muffins. Gah. I just needed someone to keep an eye on them.

My eyes drifted out the window over to Bones’ garage. I could make out him sitting on one of those rolly seats next to the frame of a motorcycle. He was home.

I chewed on my bottom lip and was torn. How crazy would it be if I asked Bones to keep an eye on my muffins? I didn’t know him that well—though after that last little exchange we had yesterday, I felt like we’d broken the ice. Kind of.