Dawn's POV
There was something oddly distracting about watching a large, tattooed biker work with power tools.
Especially when his jeans fit entirely too well.
I was supposed to be sorting through the mounting hardware for Ana's sensory panels.
Instead, I was appreciating the view.
Oh, for crying out loud, Dawn.
The man was helping you put together a playroom for your daughter.
Could you at least pretend to behave?
"You're quiet."
I nearly dropped the screws.
"Jesus!"
Riot glanced over his shoulder.
"Something wrong?"
"Nope. Just contemplating the mysteries of the universe."
His eyes narrowed slightly.
"While staring at me?"
Busted.
"Well, you're taking up a considerable amount of space. Hard to miss you."
The corner of his mouth lifted.
"That right?"
"Absolutely. You'r
