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fighting the memories of how utterly alone and abandoned she’d felt the day her father had walked away from her all those years ago.
    Why now? Why did he have to come back into her life now, just when she’d been finally getting herself together?
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    Sawyer watched her walk away and felt as though he’d been crash tackled. The air in his lungs had been stolen at the gut-wrenching agony he saw in her eyes as she’d answered him. He’d known it wasn’t going to be easy to approach her again after all this time, but he hadn’t expected that unguarded raw emotion to have such a huge effect on him.
    He’d tried to tell himself he needed to be professional and do what he had to do to get her to meet with her father. He hadn’t entirely ruled out force if it came to that, but he’d prefer to get her to agree to come along peacefully. However after witnessing what he just had—he realized that there was a hell of a lot more going on beneath the surface here and he really wasn’t comfortable getting mixed up in Johnny’s personal life to this extent. But he owed the guy.
    If it hadn’t been for the gruff old biker—Sawyer’s life would have turned out very different. For sure, he would have done time in prison if he’d continued down the line he’d been heading as a disillusioned teen after his father had died if Johnny hadn’t pulled him into line—literally.
    If Johnny wanted his daughter brought home—then that’s what Sawyer would do…one way or another.
    Chapter 4
     
    Sky was wiping down a table,daydreaming about an alternate universe where her tight-ass boss decided to send her home early because it was so quiet…with full pay of course, when she heard the doorbell ring signaling a new customer, quickly followed by a rather startled and loud gas p fro m Sparkles.
    Sky turned then paused, slowly straightening as she took in the three men heading toward her. No wonder they’d given Sparkles a near heart attack—they looked more than a little formidable dressed in their leather jackets and faded, ripped jeans. Her attention shifted from Sawyer to the two men who flanked him and felt a lump of emotion lodge in her chest. They looked older than she remembered. Dog’s salt and pepper, gray hair was pulled back in a ponytail, whereas Brick’s almost white hair was left hanging loose, a bright red bandana tied around his head to keep it off his face.
    “Hey there darlin’,” Brick said quietly as the three men came to a stop before her.
    Sky opened her mouth to reply but found she’d lost her voice…or mind… or both . Suddenly there they were—two of the gentlest giants known to mankind who had been such an important part of her childhood .
    She hadn’t expected to come face to face with this part of her past.  A small smile tugged at her mouth as she remembered them both seated awkwardly at her small table on child-size chairs sharing a tea party with her. Friends from school never came over for a play date. Apparently there was something about dropping a five -year-old at the front gate of a motorcycle club house that turned off most of the parents of kids in her class.
    She didn’t mind so much though, not when she had more than enough victims to invite to tea from the thirty - or forty-odd members of the Black Mustangs. It proved that no matter how tough a man thought he was—when a five-year-old hands you an empty teacup—you pretended to drink!
    Blinking back surprised tears, she was grateful she didn’t have to speak—Brick simply pulled her to him and awkwardly patted her back. “We’ve missed you, sweet thing,” he said in his deep , gruff voice.
    Before she could recover from that, she was passed into Dog’s embrace and there was no hope of stemming the flow of hot tears that streamed down her face. Distracted as she tried to wipe at the tears, she didn’t realize she’d been passed on to yet another set of arms until she realized the chest beneath her cheek was a lot