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He nodded. “Yeah. It’ll go quicker with two of us.”
I nodded as if I understood, but it didn’t make sense. Why did he want to help? To take Leo from me sooner? I wouldn’t know until he showed his true colors, so I pointed at the boxes piled up against the left wall because I couldn’t move.
Diesel’s expression softened and it was too much. I looked away, but his warm hand enveloped mine and he turned me around, one big hand pressed against my lower back, and guided me back into the house. “All right, sweetness. Let’s chat for a bit and then we’ll tackle the boxes.” He gave my shoulders a gentle push and sat me in one of the kitchen chairs with a kind smile. “Want a beer?”
“I don’t have any,” I managed to squeeze past my lips, still frozen by my inability to look at Stacy’s things.
“Of course we do. I had some food delivered.”
“You did?”
He shrugged. “I picked up enough stuff for a few days, including beer. So?”
“Sure.”
Diesel cracked open two brown bottles and handed me one, removing Leo’s booster seat before he sat across from me. “So, sweetness—”
“Ellie.”
“Pixie.”
I couldn’t hide the smile that forced itself to my lips, though I tried to. “Bully.”
“Tell me about yourself.”
I shrugged. “What do you want to know?”
“What was your life before you became Leo’s mom?”
I was grateful that he respected my place in Leo’s life. I wasn’t quite his mother, but I was more than an aunt. “I was a waitress at one of those kitschy diners that tourists seem to love. Made okay money but I hated it.”
“Not into customer service?”
“Not at all.” I grinned and took a sip of my beer. “And were you always a biker?”
“Became a biker when I bought my first motorcycle, just riding for fun, but I joined the MC after I left the military.”
Military? He was a veteran?
Diesel laughed. “I can tell I’ve just blown your mind, sweetness.”
“Pixie,” I corrected, preferring that a little more for some reason. If he had to use one at all…
He just grinned.
“So, why a biker, um, club?”
He shrugged once more. “Why not?”
“That’s not an answer.” Why was he so easy to talk to when he was intimidating as hell and far too charming?
“You’re right. Truthfully? I wanted to put my skills to use. After all, Uncle Sam paid good money to train me, but I didn’t want a bullshit job like a cop or security guard.”
“Law enforcement is bullshit?”
“Yeah. I’m not spending decades busting people for smoking a little weed or harassing hardworking folks because it’s easy. I wanted to help in a different way, and the MC life called to me.”
His words were sincere, and I believed him, which was a scary thought. I believed him, but I didn’t trust him. “The best of both worlds?”
