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nodded and handed me Jack’s things. “I gave him the food and milk that came with him a couple of hours ago. Kyla dropped him off at three o’ clock this afternoon. She said there was an emergency with her grandmother. I told her I’d be happy look after Jack while she sorted things out.”
    “I know. She texted me,” I confirmed.
    “Are you leaving already?”
    I nodded.
    “Why don’t you stay for dinner? I’ve set up a makeshift bed for Jack on the couch, and you can put him to sleep there while we catch up.”
    “Dad, are you sure?” I asked.
    My father nodded and gestured for me to place him down. I looked down at my son and saw his eyes and head going up and down, half asleep already. I placed him gently on the couch, and I went to the kitchen to help my dad out. I grabbed plates and glasses from the cupboards and handed them to him.
    We sat down on the couch, said grace and before I could even grab a bite, he asked, “How is your job going?”
    “It’s fine, Dad. You’ve got nothing to worry about, you know,” I teased.
    Ever since I told my dad about working at Aiden’s automotive shop, he’d been freaking out and telling me to quit immediately. As a parent, I understood his worry since the Rough Riders Bikers were a dangerous bunch and couldn’t be trusted, but I was still alive, wasn’t I?
    “I don’t trust those bikers, Abigail.” My father using my full name usually was not a good thing. I sighed knowing what was to come.
    “Dad,” I began. “We’ve talked about this.”
    “I know we did, darling. But I don’t trust those men. The fact that you’re the only woman in that shop worries me even more. That’s a gang you’re working for, sweetheart. They’re not a normal employer who wear suit and tie to work.”
    “Dad, they’re fine. They treat me just fine,” I lied, remembering Aiden yelling at me and calling me stupid this afternoon. I pushed the thought aside and ate a spoonful of my mashed potatoes.
    I could feel my father glaring at me when he said, “I don’t care what you say, Abby. I still don’t trust them. No sane father would leave their daughter to a biker’s hands.”
    “Dad,” I started.
    He shook his head. “I don’t see why you and Jack can’t stay here with me. I don’t have anyone around, and it would make perfect sense for you to move back in with your old man. No more mortgage or babysitters.  I could look after Jack myself.”
    “Dad, you know that isn’t up for discussion. Jack’s a toddler. He’ll tire you out, and I don’t want your arthritis hitting again.”
    He raised a brow and waved a hand at me. “I’m only sixty years old, sweetheart. I can still keep up with my grandson.”
    I laughed and steered the conversation to other topics. After dinner, I said goodbye to dad, picked up Jack and finally went home.
     
     
    Chapter 9
    When I came in for work the next day, Aiden seemed to be in a better mood. I, however, was still pissed at him for calling me stupid and, therefore, did my best to ignore him throughout the day. The only person I willingly talked to was Dave.
    Thick would constantly stop by the front desk as well, usually just to say hi. During one of his visits, I was properly introduced to one of the club brothers, Dash, for the first time. Much to my surprise, he was quiet and kept to himself most of the time.
    “Lunch time,” Dave hollered from the shop’s door “You brought grub?”
    I patted my handbag, where the ham and cheese sandwich I made this morning was waiting for me. “Yep,” I said, not bothering to look up from my computer.
    Figuring he was going to eat lunch and leave me alone, I didn’t pay attention to my co-worker. However, he walked around the desk and grabbed my bag, digging through my stuff and producing my soggy sandwich.
    I looked at him in confusion and indignation, which he ignored. “Is this what you call lunch?” Dave asked, holding my nasty sandwich in the air.
    “That’s food,” I said,