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My attention was drawn several feet down to the tiny girl at her side waving up at me.
“Hi. Mommy’s car’s broken. I’m Nellie.”
Wide brown eyes, silky chestnut hair, round little cheeks—Nellie was the picture of cuteness. Her big, bold voice belied her diminutive size. She must’ve been older than she looked.
“Well, let’s see what I can do to fix it, Nellie. I’m Jake.”
“Hi, Jake.” She poked her mom’s leg. “This is my mommy.”
The woman slowly spun to face me, and I took my time raking my gaze up her softly rounded figure, the familiarity of it making my head fuzzy.
Then I got to her face. Same brown eyes as her daughter. Same silky chestnut hair. But her plush lips were the only round place on her face. The rest was sculpted. High cheekbones, pointed chin, straight, refined nose…
CeeCee was as gorgeous as the picture I held in the back of my mind, but this version didn’t look like she’d step foot close to a motorcycle, let alone ride one to a biker bar.
Her cheeks flushed, stirring my gut. That part of her I recognized.
Alarm bells rang in my skull, and I went on high alert. “What are you doing here, CeeCee?”
“I—Jake?” She tucked her daughter slightly behind her, but Nellie popped right back out, her head swiveling between us, trying to discern what was happening.
“Yeah. Did you track me down?” I asked tightly.
We hadn’t done last names or details. I’d allowed her to lead on that, but that wasn’t to say I hadn’t agreed. I was all about keeping complications low, and as good as she looked, her showing up at my shop wasn’t what I’d signed up for.
She scoffed. “No. Does it look like I expected to see you?” She gestured to her pink cheeks and then to her daughter, who was wrapped around her leg. Her voice dropped, low and pissed off. “If I were to go hunting for a man, I would never involve my daughter.”
My defenses softened. This wasn’t ideal, but I believed her. CeeCee walking in tonight, the one day I worked here, was a coincidence. Whether it was a good one or not had yet to be seen.
“All right. I get you.” I held my hand out, and she glanced at it. Horror melted her expression, and she scuttled back a step. I shook my hand at her. “The lights, mama. If you want me to change them, you’re going to have to give them to me.”
“Sorry, I—” She shook her head, taking a moment to compose herself. Once she had, she handed over the boxes, her eyes meeting mine. “I’m sorry. I obviously didn’t expect to see you or get accused of stalking, so I’m a little thrown off. If you could replace my lights, that would be wonderful.”
“No problem. It won’t take any time.” I nodded toward the door. “Lead the way.”
“Thank you,” she said firmly. Politely. As if we were strangers and I didn’t know exactly what every inch of her body looked like. I probably deserved that, though, after, as she’d said, accusing her of stalking me.
I followed her out to her SUV, immediately taken aback when I realized it was a Porsche. I hadn’t priced one lately, but from my estimate, it ran in the six figures.
I’d figured this woman had money. Her leather jacket was high quality, and the bag she carried was some designer I remembered an ex coveting. Plus, her skin, hair, and nails were well maintained—and not by some walk-in shop in a strip mall. Her wealth was in the details.
I hadn’t taken the time to ponder the level of rich the woman in my bed had been, but now I wondered where she went to work in her little red business dress. What kind of power did she wield?
My dick twitched in my pants.
“I wanna watch!” Nellie yelled.
Right. Now was not the time to get hard.
“I could use an assistant.”
I popped the back hatch, and Nellie held her arms up. Without thinking twice, I picked her up, plopping her down in the empty trunk space. Her mother made a gasping, choking sound, but I ignored it, getting to work on her lights.
I started to show Nellie what tools to use to remove the taillight then glanced over my shoulder to make sure CeeCee was watching too.
“You might want to pay attention, so if this happens again, you can do it yourself.”
She shifted from one foot to the other. “My father takes care of my car maintenance.”
