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I shook my head. “They all had on helmets like they didn’t want to be recognized. But I know the bikes anywhere.”

“Mr. Rebel the cookies are getting cold!” Livvy’s sweet voice rang out from the kitchen and my brothers smiled and then laughed.

“Come on.” They would give me a lifetime of shit, but for now I had to put up with it. “Livvy, these are my friends.”

Her expression lifted as she waved at them all in wide-eyed wonder. “Hi!” Her smile dimmed. “I don’t think we have enough cookies for everyone.”

Rocky’s deep laugh was the loudest. “That’s okay, sweetheart. I’ll take one and you keep the rest. These guys are on a diet.”

“Auntie Mia is always on a diet,” she said with a huff of someone a decade older. “She says it’s impossible.”

The guys laughed again, but my gaze was on the woman coming down the stairs with the wary expression on her face. “I wasn’t invited to the party?”

“Mommy we don’t got enough cookies for Mr. Rebel’s friends.” Livvy pouted adorably, chin resting in one hand as the other tried to steal a cookie.

Chocolate chip, of course.

Chapter Twenty-One

Nikki

“You must be the lovely Nikki. We’ve heard so much about you.” A tall, handsome man with green eyes and long hair drawled as he took my hand.

“So much about you.” This biker had olive skin with hazel eyes the same as the younger one who’d introduced himself as Gio. “His words didn’t do you justice. Big fan of the show, by the way.”

“Thanks. I’ve heard about you guys too.” I looked around my kitchen where half a dozen bikers had gathered to make me blush and my little girl giggle. “Coffee? Water? Something else to drink?” I never hosted this many people at once in my house and I was overwhelmed.

Livvy however was in her element, fascinated by all the men and their doting attention. “I like this one Sniper. How ‘bout you?”

The heavily tatted man with close-cropped hair grinned and leaned on the counter, seriously pondering the question. “You can never go wrong with chocolate anything, but there’s just something about peanut butter that feels like home.”

She scrunched her face up adorably and when her gaze found Logan’s, he gave her a ‘told ya’ expression, so I guessed they’d already had the cookie debate. “It’s good,” she said.

Logan rounded the counter and scooped her up. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

She nodded. “It was real hard. Maybe next time you can bake peanut butter chocolate chip cookies, so I don’t have to choose?”

Everyone laughed again, enamored with her.

I have to tell him.

“You’re seriously smart, kid.” Gio leaned in and examined her face. “Did you say you were sixteen? Seventeen?”

Livvy’s head fell forward, and she laughed as if it was the funniest thing she ever heard. “I’m five but my birthday is soon. Right Mommy? We’re having a party just for me!”

“So young?” Gio shook his head. “Too smart.”

“You can’t be too smart, Gio.” She rolled her eyes, and he laughed again.

“Cute kid.”

I gasped at the deep voice that appeared beside me out of nowhere. Diesel was the President of the Steel Demons MC, and the man used his words sparingly. He didn’t talk a lot the way the other guys did, instead he watched and observed, took in all the details, which was a terrifying thought. “Um, thanks.” He made me nervous, probably because he wasn’t as gregarious as the rest of the guys. “And thank you, for your, um, help.”

His lips tugged into some semblance of a grin. “We’re bikers but we’re not bad guys, something I think you know better than most.”

“Bikers come in all shapes and sizes, colors, and legality.”Highway Pulsedrew all types but there was a disproportionate number of bikers among our listeners.

“You sure you’re good with Rebel staying in your house? With you and your daughter?” His gaze studied me a little too closely.

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