Free Steel Love: Alpha BBW Motorcycle Romance by P.J. Rider Page A

to see which aisle he had gone down and realized he’d stopped at the paint display. When she’d walked over to him he’d pointed out the lilac and asked what she thought about the color for her walls.
    She still remembered how her heart had swelled and the tears that had suddenly crept toward her cheeks. She remembered throwing her arms around his neck and thanking him over and over. She remembered his deep laugh, as he’d wrapped his arms around her and squeezed tight then made her promise to help him.
    Of course he had done the majority of the work the next day while she was at school. When she got home all her furniture was in the center of the room covered in sheets, and he had taken down the entire duck wallpaper border. He showed her how to cut in, and then roll on the paint. That night they left the windows open in her room to air out the paint fumes and she had slept on the couch. It was the first time she’d slept anywhere but her own bed.
    Maggie reached up to wipe away an escaped tear from her cheek. She thought she was done with crying, but she supposed these were somewhat happy tears. Sad that her father was gone, but happy for the beautiful memories she had of him.
    She sighed and shook her head, letting go of the memory. Once the divorce was complete she really needed to save a little money and make some changes to the house. It’s not that she didn’t love the memories, but she really needed to make this house her own. Move forward from her time with Reef and into the rest of her life.
    Maggie grabbed her pajamas from the dresser and headed for the bathroom. After her class at the dojo, and then her run in with Ash, she really needed a shower. The self-defense class had been a bit of a workout. She loved her curves, but it was important to her to be able to defend herself, which meant toning her muscles and her balance.
    Maggie stepped into the steaming spray from the showerhead and let the water knead her muscles. It had been a long time since she’d done any kind of serious workout and her shoulders were tight. Not to mention all the tension she’d felt lately. It was almost a relief now to know at least some of that creepy feeling of being watched was from a friendly source. She still didn’t know what was going on with Reef, but she had Ash to cover her back.
    The thought of Ash brought him fully into the forefront of her mind. Man did he look good on his motorcycle today. Something about a man sitting astride a ton of steel. The modern day cowboy. She wasn’t sure how she felt about the whole motorcycle club stuff. Did that automatically mean he was a criminal? Could she trust someone like that? Considering her father had gone out of his way in his final days of life to request that these men watch over his only child when he was gone said a lot. She trusted her father’s opinion above all else. Maybe he didn’t intend for Maggie to sleep with one of the men from the club, but he at least trusted them with her life.
    “What am I even thinking here? Seriously. Sleep with Ash? Come on Maggie you’re not even divorced yet; it’s only been a few months since you left Reef. You seriously need to get your head out of the clouds here.”
    Maggie rinsed the rest of the soap off her body as she chastised herself and stepped out of the shower. One of her first purchases after leaving Reef had been the biggest fluffiest towel she could find. Reef preferred thin scratchy towels that lay perfectly across the towel rack. Maggie had always hated their towels. She luxuriated in the soft fluffiness wrapping around her body while she combed the tangles from her long thick curly hair. Her father had always loved her hair. He said it looked exactly like her mother’s.
    After finishing up her post shower ritual of lathering her body with lotion from head to toe Maggie put on her pajamas and braided her hair then went down stairs to fix something for dinner. She was starving and had a serious craving for egg