Page 15 of Holley Jolly Biker

Which was proved true by the slight flare of his eyes.

After we shook hands, he said, “Thought we already made the introductions.”

I smiled, “We did, but that was when I thought you were a creeper. Now that I know somewhat who you are, I felt that it was proper to really introduce us.”

He let go of my hand and placed it in his jeans pocket, “And how do you somewhat know who I am?”

I smiled up at him and then looked down at Soraya and said, “Monkey earmuffs.”

She rolled her eyes at me but did as I asked and cupped her ears tightly.

I lowered my voice, “Our neighbors are Mr. and Mrs. Robbins. Told me about the little girl you had seen being assaulted. And you beat the shit out of him. Any man that defends a child is okay in my book.”

As I explained myself, his eyes widened, and then he nodded, “Appreciate you sayin’ that.”

I nodded, and then I looked down at Soraya and tapped her on her little shoulder.

She lowered her hands and asked Saint, “How tall are you?”

He chuckled as he looked down at her, “I’m six foot two.”

Her eyes widened at that, and she asked, “So you don’t need a step stool to reach the high things?”

He shook his head, “Nah. Usually, I gotta bend my neck so my head doesn’t bump into things.”

That caused my little girl to giggle.

And that was when I checked the time, and I gasped, “Oh, fudge sticks. We’re running late.”

Soraya gasped, “If you’re late, you’re in big trouble.”

I sighed, then nodded, then looked up at Saint, “I’m sorry, but we have to go.”

“Mr. Robbins is bringing us a Christmas tree,” Soraya said with that smile on her face that showcased the lone dimple on the right side of her cheek.

As she did that, had I not been watching Saint out of the corner of my eye, I would have missed it.

But man... that man could fucking smile.

It was gone by the time I looked back up at him as he asked, “Since you got important cargo holding on to your hand, I’ll help with the bags.”

And before I could tell him that I had them, he leaned down and picked them up, then he jerked up his chin, “After you.”

Tears immediately hit my eyes at his thoughtfulness.

But I inhaled them back in.

I wasn’t a pretty crier.

No.

I was an ugly crier.

And the last thing I needed after he saw me that first time when I walked out of my house in raggedy sweats... to see that.

For this gorgeous man to see that side of me.

Thankfully, by the time we made it to my car, I had managed to beat them back.