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“Hey! I’m picking up Jack. Want to walk in with me?”
Strafe takes the kid’s hand, leading him through the double doors for the crèche. Hope glances over from where she is chatting with Lena Shaw, who has a two-year-old boy sitting at her feet, chewing on his fingers, and she is cradling a baby girl. Strafe’s kid, Aric’s kids, Killer’s kid. Wren works here, so she can take their kid whenever.
I’ve been hanging around the bar, waiting for all the women to collect their rugrats. That should be all of them, so I can give Naomi a ride home. Make sure she gets there okay. I’d hate for one of the other brothers to offer her a lift. They might take advantage.
Normally I’d trust my brothers implicitly, but Naomi’s a sweet young woman – they’d swarm her. The double doors open again, and Strafe walks out, cradling his small son against his hip. He’s still holding a kid’s hand – but it’s a smaller one this time. The older boy is holding the little one’s other hand.
They walk over to the chatting women, and I shove away from the bar. I’m glad Lena is back in charge of the café. It gave Naomi a job – which she needed – but mostly, she’s back cooking. I missed her pancakes. They’re manna from heaven covered in maple syrup and blueberries.
Shouldering my way through the double doors, I stride down the hallway, past the watchful eyes of all the brothers, nodding my head to Conrad, as I always do. I got my big break as the road maintenance officer because he ate bullets. He was a good man. We were the same age and came up through the ranks together. Jacob, Killer’s kid, is actually Conrad’s boy. He looks like him.
The door to the crèche is open, and Naomi and Shelley are tidying away all the toys and shit. It looks like a toy store exploded in here. Shelley and Wren drew up a list of toys, and Aric, Killer, and Bruiser went crazy in the execution. Nothing new there. The Holy Trinity always goes overboard.
I lounge in the doorway, drinking in the sight. I don’t bother to eye off Shelley – Merch is a possessive fucker. He’d fuck me up if he thought I was checking out his old lady – but Naomi’s yoga pants present me with an interesting situation. When I saw her outfit this morning, all I thought of was that it was a damn sight better for riding on a bike than that black dress.
Now, I’m seeing a whole other list of benefits, starting with how the material stretches over her ass as she bends over, picking up toys. What a mouthwatering sight.
Leaning against the doorframe, I cross my arms over my chest, my eyes drinking her in. Fucking hell. Those yoga pants should be illegal. Maybe I should put the hex on her wearing them. Although… then, I’d never see this sight again.
Shelley stands, her eyes finding me, a grin playing across her lips as she catches me checking out Naomi’s assets. Flipping her off, I drop my hand and lift my eyes just in time for Naomi to straighten and turn.
“Oh. Is it time to leave?” she asks, blinking and shoving her glasses up her nose with her fingers. Okay, that was cute.
“Yeah. Let’s go, Peaches.”
She glances over at Shelley, and I bite back a smile. I guess she works for Shelley, but there are no rugrats here anymore. Shelley doesn’t need help putting toys away. Shelley shoots me an amused look, waving her hand in my direction as her eyes turn back to Naomi.
“You go. I’ll see you tomorrow morning. You did a great job today.”
“I had so much fun!” Naomi gushes, grinning like a maniac. “I could sleep for a week, but I loved it!”
Shelley laughs, waving again as Naomi grabs her rucksack, slinging it over her shoulder and crossing to where I’m still lounging in the doorway.
Shoving upright, I drop my arm around her shoulders, guiding her back through the bar.
“You’ll be back tomorrow then, Peaches?”
“Yeah,” she smiles as she tips her head back to look up at me. “The kids were great.”
“If you say so, Peaches.”
“Kids aren’t your thing?” One of her dark eyebrows arches elegantly. I grin down at her.
“No. They’re not. Let me guess. You want a whole soccer team.”
I’m expecting a laugh and an agreement, but Naomi surprises me, tipping her head to her side and pursing her lips.
“They’re cute, don’t get me wrong, but it was nice today when we got to hand them all back.Quiet.”
My eyebrows shoot up. “No, to a soccer team?”
“Definitely no. My vagina is aching at the thought.”
First, that glorious ass in those pants, now talking about her vagina… I’m going to be having pleasant dreams about my Peaches tonight.
“You surprise me,” I tell her, plucking the helmet I bought today out of my saddle bag.
Naomi’s eyebrows shoot up, her mouth falling open in outrage.
