“You know what? I think we’re about done,” she said. She stepped back from the bike and Ruby did the same, copying Hannah’s hands-on-hips posture.
“Do we start up the motor now, see if it works?” Ruby asked. Her eyes were wide with excitement when she looked at Hannah.
“Absolutely. You want to do the honors?”
Ruby’s eyes went even wider. “Really?”
Hannah simply handed over the keys. Ruby vibrated with anticipation as she stood on tiptoes and slid the key into the ignition. With an encouraging nod from Hannah, Ruby twisted the key and the bike roared to life. Ruby gave a little squeal and jumped backward. Hannah laughed, then immediately bit her lip when Ruby gave her a reproachful look.
“It just took me by surprise, that’s all,” the little girl said.
“I know. It startles me all the time, too,” Hannah said.
Ruby cocked her head to one side. “Is it fixed? It still sounds very loud.”
She was right; the bike was still too noisy. Ideally, the bike needed a new muffler, but Hannah couldn’t justify the expense when she was still paying off the personal loan she’d had to take out to cover what was left of the mortgage after they’d sold the apartment.
“Well, it’s not perfect, but it’s going to have to do for now,” Hannah said. She reached out and switched the bike off again.
“Can we go for a ride?”
Hannah smiled. She’d been waiting for that one. “I don’t think your dad would appreciate us doing that.”
“He wouldn’t mind.”
“Hmm. I’m not so sure about that.”
Ruby pressed her hands together and gave Hannah a limpid-eyed beseeching look. “Pretty please?”
As pitiful pleas went, it was very effective. Hannah wondered if Ruby had practiced in the mirror. “Sorry, sweetheart. You can have a sit on it, though, if you’d like.”
Ruby considered for a moment. “I guess that would be okay,” she said grudgingly.
Hannah wiped her hands on her jeans and helped boost Ruby onto the saddle. Ruby’s legs barely straddled the seat and she wobbled and clutched at the handlebars, a worried frown on her face.
“Hang on a minute,” Hannah said. She slung a leg over the bike so that she was sitting behind Ruby, holding the little girl’s hips with her hands. “Is that better?”
“Yes. Can I rev the engine?”
“Sure, why not?”
Hannah twisted the ignition key and the bike rumbled to life beneath them. Ruby giggled.
“It’s all bouncy,” she said.
Hannah laughed. She vaguely registered the sound of a door slamming shut in the background as she leaned forward to twist the throttle.
“See? You grip this and twist it slowly forward. But not too much—you don’t want to push it too hard.”
Ruby reached out, fingers spread wide.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
Hannah nearly fell off the bike as Joe stalked across the sidewalk, his expression livid.
“Are you out of your freaking mind?” he demanded. He grasped Ruby around the waist, plucking her from the bike as though she weighed less than a feather.
“No, Daddy. Hannah was just going to let me rev the engine,” Ruby protested.
Joe set her on the ground and put a hand on her shoulder. “I want you to go inside.”
“No! We weren’t doing anything wrong. We were just sitting there,” Ruby insisted.
Hannah could see the little girl was getting herself worked up. She could also see that Joe was in no mood to listen to reason. She met Ruby’s gaze.
“It’s okay, sweetie,” she said reassuringly. “You do what your daddy says.”
The small exchange only made Joe angrier. He forcibly turned Ruby around. “Inside, now!” he barked.
Ruby’s bottom lip stuck out and her eyes filled with tears but fear won out over valor. Hannah didn’t blame her—Joe Lawson in full-blooded fury was a pretty damned intimidating sight. With one last glance over her shoulder, Ruby raced toward the house.
Joe waited until his daughter was well out of hearing before turning on Hannah. “What kind of a reckless idiot takes a kid for a ride on a motorbike without a helmet? You want to answer me that?”
“You’re overreacting. If you calmed down for one second—”
“Don’t tell me to be calm, lady.” He shoved a finger in her face. “You had no right to risk my daughter’s life. Did you even stop to think—” He broke off, unable to articulate his fury.
Hannah held his gaze, pride demanding that she not waver for a second in the face of his misplaced righteousness.
“Are you finished?” she asked calmly. “Any more insults you want to throw at me?”
He gave her a scathing head to toe. “Stay away from my daughter.” He turned on his heel and strode toward his house.
Hannah let out the breath she’d been holding.
Wow. That had been exactly what she hadn’t needed—a big, shitty cherry on top of an already shitty day.
She started gathering her tools and was dismayed to see her hands were shaking. She squeezed her hands into fists, willing them to steady. She hadn’t done a single thing wrong. She refused to let him get to her.
When she opened her hands again, the shaking was barely discernible.
Good. That was the way it should be. Back straight, she wheeled her bike into the garage.
JOE PAUSED OUTSIDE Ruby’s bedroom door to take a deep breath and consciously relax his shoulders. His blood was still pounding in his head, but Ruby didn’t deserve his anger. She was just a kid, going with the flow. It wasn’t her fault that Hannah Napier was reckless and irresponsible.
He lifted his hand and rapped on the door.
“Rubes, it’s me,” he called.
She didn’t say anything but he pushed the door open anyway. She was stretched out on her bed, her face buried in her pillow.
“I’m sorry for yelling at you like that,” he said as he crossed to the bed and sat beside her. He laid his hand on her shoulder. He could feel the agitated heat coming off her body. “I didn’t mean to frighten you.”
Hell, he was the one who’d been frightened. Seeing his little girl perched on the bike like that, realizing what Ruby had been up to while he’d been kneading pizza dough in the kitchen…He’d seen red. If Hannah Napier had been a man, for sure he would have grabbed her by the scruff of the neck and shaken her till her teeth rattled. Luckily for her, she’d been protected by her gender. Just. For a few seconds there, it had been a close-run thing.
“What happened wasn’t your fault, okay?” he said. He stroked Ruby’s rigid back. “But I need you to promise that you will never, ever go for a ride on a motorbike again without talking to me, okay?”
Ruby lifted her head and he could see she’d been crying. “No!”
He frowned. “I know they look like a lot of fun, but they’re dangerous, sweetheart. There’s a whole bunch of special equipment you should be wearing before you even think of riding one of those things.”
His voice caught as he imagined what could have happened to her if something had gone wrong. Ruby was so small, so bloody fragile….
“No, Daddy, you’ve got it all wrong. Hannah didn’t take me for a ride and now you yelled at her and she’ll never let me help her again.”
Joe frowned. “Ruby, I saw you on the bike. I know you’re only trying to protect your new friend—”
“She didn’t take me for a ride! I asked her to but she said no. Then she said I could sit on the bike if I wanted to and she was really nice and lifted me up and held me when I thought I was going to fall,” Ruby said in an urgent rush.
Joe stared at his daughter. Ruby held his gaze unflinchingly, her blue eyes drenched with tears. The tight, uncomfortable feeling in his gut told him his daughter was speaking the truth.
Damn.
He closed his eyes for a long moment as he reviewed his reaction through the filter of this new
information. Over-the-top? Just a little.
“Hannah’s going to hate me now,” Ruby said miserably.
Not half as much as she hates me.
“I’m sure she doesn’t hate you, Rubes. You didn’t do anything wrong. I was the one who made the mistake.”
“I tried to tell you, but you wouldn’t listen. I asked and asked Hannah to take me for a ride, but she said you wouldn’t like it. I even said you wouldn’t mind, but she said she thought you would.”
Just in case he didn’t feel enough of a heel already.
“Yeah. The thing was, Rube, I saw you sitting up there, and the bike was running, and it looked like you guys had come back from a spin around the block.”
Dear God, could he sound any more defensive?
Ruby gave him a level look. “You should have listened when I tried to explain.”
“You’re right. I should have. And next time, I promise I will.”
Ruby sniffed loudly, then knuckled her eyes dry. “It’s okay. I forgive you,” she said magnanimously.
“Thank you.”
“But we should go next door right now and apologize to Hannah,” Ruby said. She was already wriggling toward the edge of the bed and she looked at Joe expectantly.
He nodded. “That’s a good idea.”
Even though it was going to make him squirm.
“Oh, I know what we should do!” Ruby grabbed the front of his sweater she was so excited. “We should invite Hannah over for pizza! She won’t be able to stay angry with us if we make her pizza.”
Want to bet?
“It’s a lovely idea, Rubes, but I think we might leave the pizza for another night. Hannah probably doesn’t want to have dinner with us just now.”
“Then we should take her one for her to eat on her own. I’ll make it for her and we’ll take it over together and explain how you got it wrong and how you’re sorry for yelling at her.”
For a moment Joe was tempted to agree to the idea, but he knew that taking Ruby with him was the coward’s way out of the hole he’d dug for himself. There was no way Hannah would give him the verbal smackdown he deserved with his daughter standing beside him.
“I tell you what. Why don’t you make a pizza for Hannah, and I’ll take it over to her on my own and apologize?” he said.
Ruby studied him. “Don’t be embarrassed because you made a mistake, Daddy. You only got upset because you love me. I know that.”
Joe smiled. Maybe he should take his daughter with him, after all. There wasn’t a jury in the land that would convict him with her on his side.
He tugged on one of her pigtails. “How did you get to be so wise?”
Ruby smiled and shrugged. “Just lucky, I guess.”
They went to the kitchen to create a pizza especially for Hannah. Ruby insisted on putting every single topping available on it, since they didn’t know what Hannah liked or didn’t like.
“This way, she can pick off the bits she doesn’t want,” Ruby reasoned. “But if the bits aren’t there in the first place, she can’t put them back on.”
Ben had a bit to say about his sister’s logic, but finally Joe had a pizza in his hand and a speech roughed out in his mind.
He’d apologize straight up, not offer any excuses. And when she let fly at him, he’d take it. The way she’d taken it when he dished it out to her.
He felt like a kid going to the principal’s office as he walked up the front steps to Hannah’s house. Gritting his teeth, he rang the doorbell.
There was a rattle of a door chain being removed, then Mrs. Napier opened the door.
“Oh, hello, Joe. How are you doing? How did the big move go?” Robyn said, a welcoming smile on her face.
“I’m good, thanks. And the move was pretty smooth, all things considered.”
“Did you want to come in? Or were you after something? Goodness, is that a pizza?”
“Um, yes, it is. I was actually wondering if I could have a quick word with Hannah?”
Robyn’s smile widened. “Of course you can. Why don’t you come in and I’ll go grab her?”
Joe stepped into the foyer as Robyn disappeared up the hallway. He glanced around as he waited, taking in the fussy wallpaper and antique hat stand in the front hall. Interesting. Not the kind of furnishings he’d imagined a woman like Hannah favoring.
There was a family portrait hanging next to it, a photograph of Robyn and two young girls. He moved closer and recognized the oldest girl as Hannah. He guessed she must have been about twelve or thirteen when it was taken. Her hair was cut short and she wore jeans and a football sweater. She had her arm wrapped protectively around her younger sister and there was a challenge in her eyes as she smiled down the barrel of the camera.
Full of attitude, even at thirteen. It figured.
A door closed somewhere in the house and Joe turned away from the photograph just as Hannah entered the foyer wearing a pale green satin bathrobe. Her hair was wrapped in a towel and she had her arms crossed defensively over her chest as she stopped in front of him. She glanced at the pizza and arched an eyebrow.
“It’s for you. Ruby made it,” he said awkwardly.
She looked different without her coverall or biker gear. Softer. More vulnerable.
“To say thank you for the motorbike ride I didn’t take her on, I assume?” Hannah asked coolly.
He squared his shoulders. “Yeah, about that. I owe you an apology. I jumped to conclusions. I should have let you explain before I barged in.”
“Yep, you should have.”
He shifted his weight. He hadn’t expected her to make it easy for him, but he couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt this uncomfortable. “I can’t remember exactly what I said, but I was out of line and I’m sorry.”
“Let me see if I can refresh your memory. Reckless idiot, I think you called me.”
He winced. “I’m sorry.”
She eyed him for a moment, then her gaze dropped to the pizza. “Ruby made this for me—is that what you said?”
“Yes. It’s a Ruby superspecial with the works. Homemade base and everything.”
She held out her hand and he passed the pizza over. Now that her arms weren’t crossed over her chest, he could see the outline of her breasts against her robe. The soft shape of her nipples was clearly visible beneath the silk, and he realized that she must be naked beneath it.
For a moment he got caught on the thought, his mind filling with images of soft skin and even softer curves.
Where the hell did that come from?
He shoved his hands into his pockets. Then he cleared his throat. “Before I go, I wanted to thank you for taking the time to talk with Ruby. I know she probably got in the way. It was kind of you to let her help.”
Hannah gave him a scathing look. “It wasn’t kind. She’s a good kid. Smart, funny. A minor miracle, considering who her father is. But I won’t hold that against her.”
She stepped forward and opened the front door. “Tell Ruby thank you for the pizza,” she said.
His audience was over. He stepped over the threshold and turned to face her. “I will. And I just want to say again—”
The door closed in his face. He blinked, then slowly turned away. Despite everything, a reluctant smile curved his mouth.
Hannah Napier was a handful. He’d got that much right about her.
And despite that, he wanted her.
The realization killed his smile. He hadn’t felt a thing for another woman since Beth died, yet for some crazy reason every time he looked at his new neighbor he found himself thinking things he had no business thinking.
It’s only sex. You haven’t touched a woman in two years. You’re only human.
All true, but somehow not enough to ease the tight feeling in his gut. He didn’t want to be attracted to another woman. He wasn’t over Beth yet, not by a long shot.
CHAPTER FOUR
THE FOLLOWING AFTERNOON, Hannah pushed through the double doors to The Watering H
ole, the local pub and her favorite after-work hangout. It was the kind of pub that used to dominate the suburbs of Melbourne before slot machines were introduced—scuffed and dented around the edges, friendly vibe, no pretense about it. She loved the cream and burgundy tiles behind the bar and the dusty memorabilia hanging on the walls.
Her mate Bugsy raised a hairy arm in greeting when he saw her. “Napier. Took your time.”
She smiled. She didn’t know what she would have done without her biker buddies over the past few months. Bugsy and Grunter and the rest had quietly circled the wagons when the wedding fell through. No one had said a word, but she knew they’d felt for her and she’d appreciated their silent support.
She slid onto a stool beside Bugsy and accepted the beer he pushed toward her. “Cheers,” she said, raising her glass.
“Straight back at you.”
She took a long pull from her beer. There was nothing better after a long day at work. She rested her elbow on the counter and smiled at Bugsy. “Gonna let me whip your ass on the pool table?” she asked.
“You can try, little girl.”
She laughed. Then she caught sight of a man out of the corner of her eye and did a double take.
Joe Lawson.
Man. Was it too much to ask for her to have a moment’s reprieve from the guy? She felt as though he’d invaded her life since he’d moved in.
He was talking to Mandy, The Watering Hole’s longest-serving waitress. Hannah hoped she was giving him directions to someplace far away. Hannah had come here to relax and she was pretty damn sure she wasn’t going to be able to do that with him sitting across the bar.
He glanced up and caught her staring. His expression didn’t change but his shoulders shifted. For a moment they stared at each other, then his focus returned to Mandy.
“What’s wrong?” Bugsy asked.
“Nothing,” she said. She took another mouthful of beer. “Let’s go play pool.”
She slid off the stool and grabbed her jacket with one hand, her beer with the other. Bugsy led the way to the seen-better-days pool table in the back corner, but she couldn’t help glancing over her shoulder as she followed him, just to check on where her nemesis was. She almost walked into the cigarette machine when she saw Mandy ushering Joe behind the bar. What the hell…?
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