Page 17 of Holley Jolly Biker

I looked at her and smiled, “Thank you.”

She winked, then said, “Continue.”

“Well, when he talked to Soraya, he didn’t stand at his full height. No, he lowered himself down so he was at eye level with her. And not once when she talked to him a million miles a minute did he get frustrated with her. And... well... he carried our bags to the car and put them in for me. No one has ever done that for me but Mr. Robbins.”

“Did I hear my name? Wait, I didn’t. Because you won’t call me that.” I giggled as Mr. Robbins entered the living room.

I chuckled as I asked, “Will it make you happy if I call you by your name?”

He nodded, “Extremely. That Mr. Robbins makes me feel old as dirt. And after I made Lilly come twice this morning, I don’t feel so old.”

“Harold!” Mrs. Robbins gasped.

I started laughing, and I couldn’t help it.

Mrs. Robbins was rolling her eyes.

When I got my laughter under control, I looked at him and said, “I’m pleased to hear that, Harold.”

***

It was as I was tucking Soraya into bed that she asked, “What do you think we should do to pay that man back?”

I lifted a brow, “Do you want to pay him back?”

“Yes, ma’am. You always tell me that you pay kindness with kindness.” She said with as much vigor as she could muster.

For the third time day, I felt tears prick my eyes.

Oh, this girl. This sweet, sweet girl.

Damn that lying rat bastard for walking away from us. From her.

However, he was the one missing out.

Because I got to have all of her sweet moments solely to myself.

And I was okay with that.

And one day, Soraya would be too.

But not once has she asked about him since we left.

And yes, that worried me a little.

But now wasn’t the time to dwell on things that I had no control over.

Therefore, I asked, “Okay. What would you like to do?”

“I think we should make him our unicorn brownies.” She said with a smile on her face.

I winced at that, “Honey, he’s in a motorcycle club. I don’t think he would like unicorn brownies.”

She shook her head, “But they are good. And he said he still likes superheroes, so he has to still be a little boy at heart. And unicorns are not just for girls.”

Well, it looked like I would be raiding the kitchen to find stuff to make him unicorn brownies.

I nodded, then said, “Okay, pumpkin’ head. You win,” then I pressed a kiss to Soraya’s curly mop of dark brown hair.