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DEMANDING BIKER DADDY
BIG BAD MC CURVY LITTLE SOULMATES SERIES
PENNY SNOAK
Contents
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
EPILOGUE
Myra
prize." I was not exactly amused at the idea of running a door prize
from a motorcycle club. I tried to rub my neck casually, trying not to
about having fun," she commented as she climbed into the car so
that I could drive her home. "Aren't you afraid that if you don't have
any fun now, you're not going to have any fun for the rest of your
Life has never been about having fun, and, as my best friend,
she should know better. She's seen me through so much in the last
year, and the fact that she keeps forgetting my circumstances still
her naiveté. After all, it wasn't her fault I didn't have my parents
around.
disappeared into the world and had yet to come back, leaving me
with their house and bills. Thankfully, the house was fully paid off,
they claimed to friends around town that I was going to take care of
the house while they were gone because no one ever bothered me
having fun and making memories, how could I when I didn't have
anyone to keep the lights on? I had to get a part-time job at the
local library in order to afford the bills that came with staying at
Julia had been my best friend since grade school and between
the two of us, she had a pretty easy life. She had both her parents,
who were lawyers in the city about an hour away from here, and she
was always pretty well off. Even though she didn't see her parents
after school, they still made sure she had more money to do
whatever she wanted after school. As well, they could spend at least
a little bit of time together before going to bed. This was a life that I
wished for myself, and, as much as I hated to admit it, I was jealous
of her.
"Are you at least coming over after work tonight?" she asked,
still sounding as sweet and naive as always. "It's our weekly movie
night, and my parents would love to have you come over." I was
Movie night meant all the food I could eat with no judgement
eight in the morning to get to work the following day, I didn't mind.
These movie nights gave me a chance to act like a kid once more
without feeling too guilty.
few things. " Julia nodded as she stared out the front window,
looking lost in thought, before finally responding.
"Have you given any more thought to the offer they made
you?" she asked, catching me off guard. "About staying with us until
your parents come back and take back the house." I felt my heart
stop dead in my chest as the heat rose up inside me, making me feel
sick to my stomach.
Of course, I had thought about it and desperately wanted to.
My parents always left me alone at a young age and when I was
thirteen I had to get a job at the library even though they didn't hire
people until sixteen in order to make sure I had the money for food.
Everyone in town knew that I had been taking care of myself since I
was little and did everything they could to help me. Any time CPS
anymore.
everyone for help." Julia grew annoyed by this and shook her head.
"You've been taking care of yourself since you were ten years
the fact that you refuse to accept help when you clearly need it is
baloney." She stopped for a moment, and I could see the tears in
her eyes. "It's okay to accept some help, you know…" Feeling guilty
do?" Julia hugged me close, her body still trembling from the fear
that had consumed her due to the situation, and gave me a small
reassuring smile.
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on his face. "Is something wrong?" He took a deep breath and shook
his head.
"We just got a call in the shop about two young women broken
down on the side of the road not far from the high school," he
shop." The idea of helping two young women in distress was more
forgetting about the fact that the Rockies were losing to the Mets.
little fun broke the monotony that had become evident in my life and
shook his head at me. "For all we know, these are underage girls,
"I don't know what you're talking about," I told him. "I'm just
This hasn't been a very good season." Even though he didn't look
fully convinced, Adam didn't say anything else, and I followed him
out of the main house and into the cool September air.
Say what you will about Colorado, but I enjoyed living here
between the fresh mountain air and the fact that the weather could
change from scorching hot to cool as a cucumber. I really enjoyed
living here. It was much better than Texas, where it was practically
scorching hot all year round, and California, where everyone seemed
had decided to settle in, everyone kept to themselves, and life was
perfect.
The only disadvantage was the fact that those who grew up
here never seemed to want to stay and those who stayed always
had family and friends they wanted to stay here for. Not that I
and I got my kicks whenever I wanted. After all, most of the people
coming and going were always young and looking to try new things.
"I'll take the tow truck if you want to follow me in the van,"
the key cabinet. "Or are you wanting me to take the tool van?"
"Just take the transport van," he told me. "I think they might
need a ride home from the school." I shrugged and grabbed the
keys off the hook before starting towards the van.
a ride home because their parents were still at work, either in the
city or downtown by the park. I never understood why they would
build the high school so far away from the rest of the town, but it
the town.
the tow truck and was pulling around to the side of the compound
next to the main road. I immediately climbed in and started up the
vehicle, not wanting to lose sight of him for even a second. Much to
The moment I saw Adam slow to a stop and pull over to the
side of the road was the moment I realized that he had found the
people who called for us. I slowed to a stop a good distance from
"Are you ladies okay?" I heard him ask before I reached the
tow truck, and I could hear the low, high-pitched voices of two
women talking to him as I rounded the tow truck and smiled.
Of course, they were high school students, and they were two
of the most beautiful women in the world, especially the taller one
with the dark hair that was pulled back into the ponytail high on her
few weeks.
CHAPTER THREE
Myra
boss that I was going to be a little late due to having broken down
on the side of the road. Of course, rather than telling me to come in
when I could, they told me to take the day off and promised that
they would allow me to work extra hours over the weekend. Not that
compound where Adam and the other driver had come from,
everybody in town seemed to trust them, especially Julia's parents,
whom she had already called. After hearing everything that had
happened, including the fact that I was given the day off, they
While Julia seemed perfectly calm and willing to go through with it, I
watched the tow truck make a U-turn and start back in the
van with the name of the garage painted on the side. If it hadn't
been for the windows, it would have looked like that white van
kidnappers drove. Shouldering my backpack, which had everything
the vehicle, I followed Julia to the car and I had to admit that he
was the sexiest man I had ever seen. However, he was old enough
to be my father. Also, I could tell by the extreme amounts of tattoos
up and down his arms that he was a member of the motorcycle club
the phone with her mother, I stared out the window, letting all the
fear and anxiety that was coursing through my veins run its course.
Of course, the situation was over already and I didn't have to worry
anymore about how I was going to get us safely to Julia's house, but
"Hey, Mom and Dad are home early," Julia commented as soon
saw Mr. and Mrs. Andrews climb out of their vehicle and hurry to
"There you two are," Mrs. Andrews said as she threw open the
back door and let us out of the vehicle. She smothered us both with
hugs while fighting back tears, and I stood there stiff and
uncomfortable as I let her hold me. "We were so worried about you
my eye, I saw Mr. Andrews talking to the driver, and I swore I saw
him pass a wad of cash to him, almost as if thanking him for the
trouble.
The driver risked a glance back at us, and I saw a strange look
in his eyes, almost as if he had wished for something more. His eyes
met mine, but my vision was blocked whenever Mr. Andrews made
his way around the vehicle and towards us. By the time Mr. Andrews
had moved out of the way, the driver had pulled away and was
driving away while Mrs. Andrews started talking to her husband.
"Let's get you both inside," Mr. Andrews said when Mrs.
Andrews finally let go of me. "You both must be freezing… Julia,
didn't I tell you to take a jacket with you?" I chuckled as I listened to
Julia get chastised by her parents and followed them inside, amazed
at how normal the situation felt but also a little depressed when I
remembered that even though they were the closest thing to family
I had, there was no way I would ever be one of them.
"Oh, Myra, I almost forgot," Mrs. Andrews said as she turned
around to face me. "Have you spoken to your parents recently? I've
been trying to get back in contact with them so that I can ask them
about transferring the car to you so you can put the insurance under
all the bills myself," I informed her. "I've been making due with the
job I have, though. As long as I keep my job and keep up on my
all feel a lot better if you stayed with us until we can figure
everything out," he told me. "That way, you can save your money
and not have to worry about walking to town every day."
CHAPTER FOUR
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Of course, the two girls I helped Adam with had been under
the care of Charles and Janet Andrews, the best lawyers in town. I
found out that the librarian, whose name was Myra Taylor, was
eighteen and not their child, but I decided not to make a move just
yet. After all, she was still in high school and that was always a
pretty touchy subject when it came to lawyers.
When Adam and I finally came back last night, I found that it
and needed to let off some steam. So, with nothing better to do, I
had gone to the bar and gotten drunk off my ass. When I finally
woke up this morning, I was in bed with some college student who
Taylor, but I already knew how I got when I got drunk. After making
sure that I had everything I needed, I did the walk of shame all the
"You look like shit," he said when he finally got a better look at
coffee and sat in the chair across from me, a concerned expression
on his face as he studied me.
"Do you want to talk about it?" he asked, and I had to think for
all, Chase, like many other members of the motorcycle club, was a
Daddy with his own Little and a baby on the way. If anyone would
understand the situation I was in, I knew he would, but I also had a
"I met someone a few weeks ago and finally got to know a
"As it turns out, she's friends with Charles and Janet Andrews and is
still in high school even though she's eighteen." Chase looked a little
start to do things that legal adults can do. That includes anything to
do with relationships." I considered this for a moment as I sipped
my coffee, still a bit concerned with the fact that she was friends
with Charles and Janet Andrews.
or two that he might have missed. "By any chance, are you referring
to Myra Taylor?" I felt the color drain from my face as I started to
I've heard, getting into a relationship with someone like you would
be better than her current circumstances." Confused, I tilted my
was trying to make sure we were the only two in the house before
he answered my question.
"Because her parents have been abandoning her ever since she
was ten," he informed me, and I felt my jaw drop in disbelief as I
Myra
but I can't seem to find it. Do you mind looking it up in your system
to see if you have it?" Even though we had several computers
throughout the library that would have allowed her to look up every
book in the library just as well as I could, I knew better than to give
her any attitude, especially since she had caught me in the middle of
towards my computer. "What book are you looking for?" She gave
me the name of the book and the name of the author, and I started
the search, hoping that this would only take a few minutes.
was very possible that I would have to begin paying the property
hour.
almost three thousand dollars to fix up the engine. That was just the
estimate. There was no way of telling if it was going to be even
more than what I had been quoted, which meant that I was going to
be out of a car for quite some time unless I managed to pull about
three thousand dollars out of nowhere. That was more than I made
my time walking to and from work and to the bus stop so that I
could continue to school.
"I'm sorry, it looks like we don't have that book in our system,"
I said as I looked back up at the patron, and I saw the look on her
face turn from polite and poised to venomous and dangerous at the
same time.
system?" she demanded her voice lowered even though there was
plenty of venom in it. "I borrowed this book from the library last
month and I wanted to finish it, but I didn't get the chance to. So
I turned the computer screen to show her. "If it had been in our
second. "You spelled the title and the name wrong." Even though I
knew the author pretty well because I often read them during my
"Do you mind spelling it out for me so that I can make sure it's
spelled correctly when I look it up again?" I asked, my tone as
patient as ever. The woman rolled her eyes and made a comment
about how young people these days rely on technology too much to
do all the spelling for them and, therefore, lost all common sense
when it comes to basic skills before finally spelling out the name and
title letter by letter while talking to me in a very condescending tone
her search and demanded that I get fired. When I finally explained
to the head librarian that the woman was looking for a book that we
didn't have in our systems, I showed the head librarian the computer
screen that showed the empty results, and the head library and took
off with the woman in order to double check the shelves and see if
we even had the book.
"Go ahead and go take your lunch break," the head librarian
told me as soon as the woman was out of earshot. "I'll go ahead and
take care of her and get her out of your hair so that she doesn't
and fries for less than five dollars without having to worry about the
crowds that had gathered for the motorcycle show. After that, I
would go over to the real estate office next door and talk to
Cheyenne, who had been working with me to get my real estate
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supposed to deliver some papers for her to sign so that Adam could
order the parts, so I held up the paperwork for the librarian to see.
because the mechanic at the shop that I work at needs her to sign
at the papers in my hand with more interest than she had shown in
"Is that so?" she asked as she held her hand out to see the
papers. Immediately, I started to pull away, and I could tell that her
curiosity was growing even more. "If that's the case, then you must
know that Myra Taylor is currently on break and won't be back for
the next hour. You can either leave the paperwork with me or you
can give her a call and deliver it at a different time." She held out
her hand expectantly, almost as if she insisted that I give her the
did so.
"Thank you for the offer, but I'm going to wait until I'm able to
help." With that, I started towards the library door, but I could feel
for any other excuse to try to see her as soon as possible, the best
excuse I could come up with was when Adam informed me that he
needed her to sign the order for us so that he could request the
parts to fix her vehicle by that point in time. I had been debating
with myself whether or not I wanted to try to get in contact with her
and see if she'd be willing to let me get to know her better and I
little bit later on to go get the paperwork done, which would just
call Adam when I saw somebody sitting in the window of the diner
across the street from the library. I was pleasantly surprised to see
that it was Myra Taylor, and she was currently eating a burger and
fries while reading a book. She looked so adorable as she did so,
and I felt my heart skip a beat as I found myself watching her for a
my throat and waited for her to look up at me, not wanting to start
her or make her think that she was in any trouble. She was in the
process of giving her fry some ketchup when she looked up at me,
and I saw the look of confusion wash over her as she set the fry
down and tilted her head to the side.
my head in response.
"You're Myra Taylor, right?" I asked cautiously, and she nodded
her head as I turned my attention to the empty seat across from her.
"Do you mind if I take a seat? I need to discuss a few things about
your vehicle with you." She nodded as she indicated the seat across
from her, and I sat down while she slid her plate to the side.
of an adult who had lived a hard life, the rest of her was still young
and vibrant, and it was impossible to believe that she was already
eighteen. If she had been wearing a pink T-shirt and coveralls, I
name, and so on. "If I'm not mistaken, he already spoke to your
mother..." Her eyes darkened as she looked up at me and I could tell
that my little slip-up may have cost me my chance to get to know
her.
"She's not my mom," she said in a low, calm voice that was
confused as she looked down at the piece of paper before her, and I
could tell that she was already reading all the fine print in order to
Myra
soon as possible and they could see about getting it all done. Seeing
the driver who had taken Julia and me home the night before was a
been some of the sexiest men we had ever seen and how we wished
that we could date somebody like them. Of course, with Julia being
long time. I, on the other hand, was of legal age and more than
Despite the fact that I found him to be the most attractive man
in the world, there were two things that bothered me. One was the
fact that he was part of the motorcycle club, and I typically stayed
away from any activities that they had for fear of upsetting the
he didn't see me the same way I saw him. I saw him as this big
strong attractive man who I would have loved to have held me close
largely inappropriate.
The fact that he was sitting so close the entire time while
radiating from his legs under the table toward mine. As hard as it
"Are you saying that I may actually end up paying a lot less
The man smiled as he nodded his head, pointing at the price at the
very bottom of the last sheet of paper.
mine. "However, once Adam was able to find the parts and add up
the costs, it looks like it'll actually cost you one thousand five
any longer. "Thank you so much for all this!" Much to my surprise,
his cheeks turned red as he wiped his nose and slid the papers over
towards me, looking as though he himself was struggling with
something.
right here." I paused for a moment, remembering what Mr. and Mrs.
Andrews had always told me whenever I would come over to their
house.
"Is it okay if I take the paperwork home and then bring it back
wanted Mr. and Mrs. Andrews to look over the paperwork with me
before I signed anything. At that moment, his face lit up, and he
bobbed his head up and down with a gentle smile.
repair shop later as long as you're there by five. " With that, he
made his way over to the door and paused briefly to speak with the
"Oh, you don't have to worry about that," she said with a polite
smile as she pulled out a twenty-dollar bill that had been tucked
away in her apron pocket. "That nice man that just left gave me this
to cover your entire tab and make sure you had enough to take to
work with you when you leave." My jaw dropped as I looked back at
the door, hoping to see the man one final time before he
disappeared into the crowds outside, but by the time I had looked
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"So did you get the paperwork done?" Adam asked as soon as
I got back to the auto repair shop. Seeing the nervous look on my
face, he immediately answered his own question and started to
shake his head. "I thought I told you to get that signature already so
I could get to work on her vehicle." Taking a deep breath, I braced
who understood this type of situation rather than forcing her to sign
it right then and there. After all, with her friend's parents being
lawyers, there was no telling what kind of fights they would be
willing to take up in order to protect her and the last thing I wanted
was to get the group in trouble because I had pressured her into
who did know in order to make sure she was not just signing any
documents," I informed him, hoping that he would understand. "In
all honesty, I think it's a pretty fair request and it's not fair to try to
my head.
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plains, and as if by magic acres of territory would be luminous with
them. Soon they would be surrounded by the soldiers, who made it
an almost invariable rule to cook their coffee first, after which a large
number, tired out with the toils of the day, would make their supper of
hardtack and coffee, and roll up in their blankets for the night. If a
march was ordered at midnight, unless a surprise was intended, it
must be preceded by a pot of coffee; if a halt was ordered in mid-
forenoon or afternoon, the same dish was inevitable, with hardtack
accompaniment usually. It was coffee at meals and between meals;
and men going on guard or coming off guard drank it at all hours of
the night, and to-day the old soldiers who can stand it are the
hardest coffee-drinkers in the community, through the schooling
which they received in the service.
At a certain period in the war, speculators bought up all the coffee
there was in the market, with a view of compelling the government to
pay them a very high price for the army supply; but on learning of
their action the agents of the United States in England were ordered
to purchase several ship-loads then anchored in the English
Channel. The purchase was effected, and the coffee “corner”
tumbled in ruins.
At one time, when the government had advertised for bids to
furnish the armies with a certain amount of coffee, one Sawyer, a
member of a prominent New York importing firm, met the
government official having the matter in charge—I think it was
General Joseph H. Eaton—on the street, and anxiously asked him if
it was too late to enter another bid, saying that he had been figuring
the matter over carefully, and found that he could make a bid so
much a pound lower than his first proposal. General Eaton replied
that while the bids had all been opened, yet they had not been made
public, and the successful bidder had not been notified, so that no
injustice could accrue to any one on that account; he would therefore
assume the responsibility of taking his new bid. Having done so, the
General informed Sawyer that he was the lowest bidder, and that the
government would take not only the amount asked for but all his firm
had at its disposal at the same rate. But when General Eaton
informed him that his first bid was also lower than any other offered,
Sawyer’s rage at Eaton and disgust at his own undue ambition to bid
a second time can be imagined. The result was the saving of many
thousands of dollars to the government.
I have stated that by Army Regulations the soldiers were entitled
to either three-quarters of a pound of pork or bacon or one and one-
fourth pounds of fresh or salt beef. I have also stated, in substance,
that when the army was settled down for a probable long stop
company cooks did the cooking. But there was no uniformity about it,
each company commander regulating the matter for his own
command. It is safe to remark, however, that in the early history of
each regiment the rations were cooked for its members by persons
especially selected for the duty, unless the regiment was sent at
once into active service, in which case each man was immediately
confronted with the problem of preparing his own food. In making
this statement I ignore the experience which troops had before
leaving their native State, for in the different State rendezvous I think
the practice was general for cooks to prepare the rations; but their
culinary skill—or lack of it—was little appreciated by men within easy
reach of home, friends, and cooky shops, who displayed as yet no
undue anxiety to anticipate the unromantic living provided for Uncle
Sam’s patriot defenders.
Having injected so much, by way of further explanation I come
now to speak of the manner in which, first, the fresh-meat ration was
cooked. If it fell into the hands of the company cooks, it was fated to
be boiled twenty-four times out of twenty-five. There are rare
occasions on record when these cooks attempted to broil steak
enough for a whole company, and they would have succeeded
tolerably if this particular tid-bit could be found all the way through a
steer, from the tip of his nose to the end of his tail, but as it is only
local and limited the amount of nice or even tolerable steak that fell
to the lot of one company in its allowance was not very large. For
this reason among others the cooks did not always receive the credit
which they deserved for their efforts to change the diet or extend the
variety on the bill of fare. Then, on occasions equally rare, when the
beef ration drawn was of such a nature as to admit of it, roast beef
was prepared in ovens such as I have already described, and served
“rare,” “middling,” or “well done.” More frequently, yet not very often,
a soup was made for a change, but it was usually boiled meat; and
when this accumulated, the men sometimes fried it in pork fat for a
change.
When the meat ration was served out raw to the men, to prepare
after their own taste, although the variety of its cooking may not
perhaps have been much greater, yet it gave more general
satisfaction. The growls most commonly heard were that the cooks
kept the largest or choicest portions for themselves, or else that they
sent them to the company officers, who were not entitled to them.
Sometimes there was foundation for these complaints.
In drawing his ration of meat from the commissary the
quartermaster had to be governed by his last selection. If it was a
hindquarter then, he must take a forequarter the next time, so that it
will at once be seen, by those who know anything about beef, that it
would not always cut up and distribute with the same acceptance.
One man would get a good solid piece, the next a flabby one. When
a ration of the latter description fell into the hands of a passionate
man, such as I have described in another connection, he would
instantly hurl it across the camp, and break out with such remarks as
“something not being fit for hogs,” “always his blank luck,” etc. There
was likely to be a little something gained by this dramatic exhibition,
for the distributor would give the actor a good piece for several times
afterwards, to restrain his temper.
The kind of piece drawn naturally determined its disposition in the
soldier’s cuisine. If it was a stringy, flabby piece, straightway it was
doomed to a dish of lobscouse, made with such other materials as
were at hand. If onions were not in the larder, and they seldom were,
the little garlic found in some places growing wild furnished a very
acceptable substitute. If the meat was pretty solid, even though it
had done duty when in active service well down on the shank or
shin, it was quite likely to be served as beefsteak, and prepared for
the palate in one of two ways:—either fried in pork fat, if pork was to
be had, otherwise tallow fat, or impaled on a ramrod or forked stick;
it was then salted and peppered and broiled in the flames; or it may
have been thrown on the coals. This broiling was, I think, the favorite
style with the oldest campaigners. It certainly was more healthful and
palatable cooked in this wise, and was the most convenient in active
service, for any of the men could prepare it thus at short notice.
BROILING STEAKS.
Holmes.