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"She can't be around people," I lie. "Too much excitement isn't good for her."
He eyes me skeptically. "Your aunt is Ophelia Crawford?"
"Yes," I say slowly.
"Who lives on Drury Lane?"
A smile flits across my face. "I swear to God if you make aMuffin Man joke right now…."
"What?" His lips pull down into a frown, his eyes narrowing. And then he realizes what he said and laughs abruptly. "Too damn cute," he mutters, shaking his head. "I wasn't going to make a Muffin Man joke, pretty baby. I was just going to say that your aunt is banned from half the businesses in this town. How is too much excitement possibly bad for her health?"
"She is not," I gasp.
He smirks at me.
"Oh my gosh, she is."
"Your auntisthe excitement in this town, Scarlett Crawford." His gaze rakes up and down my body, his eyes heating. "At least she used to be."
I squirm under the weight of his gaze.
"You don't know me well yet," he says. "So I'll let you get away with telling me no this time. But I'm not giving up on you, pretty baby. Sooner or later, you'll agree to go on that date with me." He strides forward, stopping inches in front of me, and then dips his head, putting his lips against my ear. "I'll be dreaming about you until you do."
"You will not," I whisper.
He takes a step back and winks at me.
"Finn! No, you won't!" I cry.
He ignores me, striding toward the front of the store with a stack of princess board books piled in his arms, his jeans hugging his firm ass just right. Then and only then do I notice the Silver Spoon MC emblem emblazoned across the back of his t-shirt.
Super-spy Finn Taylor, nerdy genius, is also a stupid-hot biker? Aunt Ophelia is so on my list. She left out all the important parts of the gossip.
Chapter Two
Finn
"You'reanasshole,"Cormac"Giant" Carmichael growls, pointing one massive finger at me across the bars of my bike. "You can't just buy every board book at the shop, Hacker."
"You're just jealous you didn't think of it first."
He swaps fingers, pointing an entirely different one at me this time in a gesture that matches the scowl on his face. I just smirk. The overgrown bastard is only mad he didn't beat me to the bookstore yesterday. If he had, we both know he'd have made the same play I did. Scout Grimes had a rough start in life. She was born with a congenital heart defect in the basement of the Satan's Savage's warehouse where her mother was being held hostage for most of her pregnancy. By the time her mom escaped, her life literally hung in the balance. Tate "Hands" Grimes, our MC's vice president and a skilled pediatric heart surgeon, was able to save her life.
Unfortunately, no one was able to save her mom. The Savages murdered her, leaving little Scout orphaned. Her aunt Samara and Hands adopted her and she's thriving, but she's still a delicate little thing. We all do our part to keep her smiling and don't apologize for it. The way I see it, after everything she's been through in her short life, she's earned it.
"It's not my fault I'm her favorite," I say, taking a sip of my water.
Jason "Cash" Montoya, our president, laughs abruptly. "That's a goddamn lie if I ever heard one," he says, shaking his dark head. "You buy her shit all the time."
"He needs to hurry the fuck up and have kids of his own," Hands says, scowling at me from where he's squatted beside my bike, examining the underside of the tank. "My own damn daughter would shiv me in the back for this motherfucker, and I'm supposed to be her favorite person."
I take another drink of my water, not rising to the bait. Until yesterday, I would have shut that shit down quick, fast, and in a hurry. I'm the quiet brother, the resident genius who keeps my head down and gets shit done. I prefer my bike and my computers to most people. With the road stretched out before me, my bike bends to my will. Computer systems reveal their secrets at my whim. I'm in control of both.
I've been the whiz kid my whole life, paraded around like a pet dog on a leash. I can't fucking stand it. People always want something from me…my bank account, my last name, to be a notch on my bedpost, buddy privileges,something. I don't remember a time in my life when it wasn't like that. As a result, I don't let many people get close. With the exception of my MC brothers, I keep them all at a distance. So marriage wasn't in the cards for me.
And then Scarlett Crawford shot my plans all to hell.
She's the sweetest little bookworm I've ever met. Copper waves frame her round face and the most expressive hazel eyes I've ever seen. If they're truly a window to the soul like superstition would have us believe, her soul is the purest I've ever come across. She drips sugar and sex in a way that makes me want to glut myself on both. She's the perfect pear shape, with full breasts, a round belly, thick thighs, and a plump ass I want to sink my teeth into. Watching it twitch in her skirt had my dick thumping against my zipper like he was trying to Hulk out of my jeans.
