Beautiful Biker: Maxwell Brothers Romance Series, #1

BEAUTIFUL BIKER

By Alexa Davis and Alycia Taylor

This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer's imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.

Copyright © 2017 Alexa Davis and Alycia Taylor

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Chapter One

Ian

Icould never understand why people worked in a job they didn’t like. Sure, they needed money. But when did their passions leave them? When did they stop working toward a career they actually enjoyed? I’d been told that I like my job too much, if there was such a thing. But how could I not? I got to play around with motorcycles all day. They’d been a part of my life since I was just a little kid, and my love for them had only gotten stronger as I’d gotten older. There was just something about knowing how it all worked that made riding them even better. I could clearly remember the first bike I worked on. My father had let me help in in the shop, and he’d told me that I had an aptitude for it that he’d never seen before. And I knew he wasn’t just saying that to me because I was his son. He was a no-bull sort of man, and when he said something, you always knew that he meant it. From that very first day, I knew that it was what I wanted to do with my life. And I’d been doing it from such a young age that it now came naturally to me.

I had my head under one of the bikes that had been dropped off yesterday morning when my father walked in.

I didn’t see him at first. If I had, I would’ve seen him survey the shop and shake his head in despair. Instead, I heard him cough and I turned my head to see who it was. I probably should’ve known that it was going to be him. He had a very distinct cough, and he was always popping into the shop to see how things were going. But I’d been concentrating too hard on the bike to really notice what was around me.

Oh, hey, Dad, I said and crawled out from under the bike. I stood up to shake his hand.

I got along well with my father, but he’d always demanded respect from his sons. My other brothers often didn’t show it to him, but I probably had just the right amount of fear to give it. He shook my hand firmly and frowned.

Ian, what’s going on here? he asked.

What do you mean, Dad? I’m working.

Did you get that bike yesterday?

It still amazed me how he knew every bike intimately, even if he’d only seen them for a few minutes. He could pick out a bike from a lineup without fail. If people thought that I was passionate about motorcycles, then they had clearly never met my father.

Yes, it came through yesterday morning. It’s Trevor Lynn’s bike. Remember him? He used to live a few blocks down from us all those years back. The guy with the funny mouth. I hadn’t seen him in such a long time. I’ll tell you, I never pegged him as the motorcycle sort of dude, but clearly, I was wrong.

My father nodded impatiently. Yes, I know who Trevor is. I think he started riding because of me. But you should be done with this bike by now. A whole lot of new ones came in this morning.

I followed his gaze toward the row of bikes in the corner and sighed. Yeah, I know, Dad. It’s just that we’re so busy right now. I thought that you’d be happy about that. There was a time when we were worried about keeping the shop open, but now we have more customers than ever. I don’t know how it happened, but they love us.

Yes, that’s good. Of course it is. I’m very happy about that. But the reason people come to this shop is not just because we are good at what we do: it’s because of the quick turnaround time. Things have changed these days. People have become impatient. Sure, they want the job to be done well, but they now also want the job to be done quickly. It’s just the way that the world is going. Now, you know I can’t work like I used to, and you’re running the show now. But you need to make some smart decisions, too. You’re not just working on the bikes now, but you’re also running a business.

What is that supposed to mean? I asked. I wasn’t sure I liked where this conversation was going. Especially since I had been working hard all day without any breaks. I could have used a cup of coffee and a sandwich, but I’d been putting off lunch so I could get the work done. Did my father not see how hard I worked?

All I’m saying is that you might need to start thinking about hiring some more mechanics. I know we’ve had this conversation before, but maybe it’s time you really sat down and gave it some serious thought.

I shook my head. "No way, Dad. I don’t want some random person coming into this shop to work. This is our family business."

A ‘family business’ that only you and I care about, my dad said. Which is fine, but it does mean that we should think about getting some more hands on deck.

I sighed. He wasn’t wrong. I had four brothers, and while they all loved bikes, none of them had an interest in running the shop. I’d even once asked my cousins if any of them wanted to be a part of the business, but they’d all said no. And I had six male cousins who would’ve been a great help to us. I had no idea why it was only me that had wanted to continue in my father’s footsteps. But perhaps that was for the better, though; I’m not sure if I’d even want to work with them, anyway.

Don’t forget Chris, I reminded him. Chris was my best friend, and the only person I really trusted in the shop with me. I hadn’t hesitated to say yes when he’d first asked if he could help out in the shop. Anyway, sometimes he felt more like a brother to me than my actual brothers did.

I know you have Chris. But two guys doing all this work is simply not going to be enough. Look at all the bikes you have. How on earth are the two of you going to be able to get those done in enough time to make the customers happy? How do you think they will feel when they come in here and see that you haven’t even started on them yet?

We can handle it, Dad. Come on, we’ve just hit a busy patch, but it’s not always like this.

"But it should be like this. Busy is good. And if you and Chris can’t work faster, then you’re going to have to get some people in to help you."

Then we’ll work faster. My father might be a very determined man, but I was just as willful. He’d allowed me to run the shop, and I wanted to show him that I could do a good job. I had great faith in myself and Chris as a team. We’d always worked well together, and I had no idea why anything should change.

Fine. Suit yourself. You really are a stubborn one, aren’t you? There are times when you just have to swallow your pride and admit that you need help.

But I don’t need help, I insisted. I stood up straight and looked him in the eye. I was serious, and I wanted him to know that I wasn’t going to back down.

Hmm, my father said with uncertainty. I knew he wasn’t going to let this go, but he seemed reluctant to keep going with it now. As usual, he’d let me think he’d forgotten about it and then come back to me in a few weeks and bring it up again. Anyway, I have to go now. I have a few things that I need to get from the shop. But give some thought to what I said, Ian. I think you should at least give some consideration to what I’m saying. Don’t just shrug it off because of your stubbornness. Think about it. Don’t be stupid, okay? This is our company—our livelihood—and we need to be smart about it.

I felt annoyed at my father’s words. I was being smart about the company. In fact, I was always putting the company first. I just wasn’t sure if my father realized that. I was still scowling after my father when Chris walked in.

Whoa. What’s wrong with you, Gunner? You look mad about something.

I couldn’t help but smile at the nickname. Most people, except my father, called me Gunner. At least I knew that I had Chris on my side. I’d asked my father to call me it once, but he’d refused.

Ah, it’s my father. He thinks we need more people to help run the shop. He says we are too short-staffed for the amount of work that we have. Obviously, he just caught me at a bad time. I’m usually a lot quicker with the bike, but this one in particular just happened to need a lot of work. Anyway, I’ve heard this story before, and I’m sure I’ll hear it again. But I’m not going to give in. I’m going to prove that I don’t need anyone else here.

Chris shrugged. Hey, I don’t think it’s such a bad idea. And I’m all for listening to Pop. That guy knows what he’s doing. I mean, he had this place running smoothly for many years before we got here. He knows things that we don’t know.

I looked at Chris. Really? You don’t think it’s a bad idea? Are you crazy?

Why not, man? The two of us could definitely use a helping hand. I think it could be pretty cool. Imagine how much more we could get done. We really are a lot busier lately than we used to be, and it doesn’t look like it’s going to get quiet any time soon. We could get the new person to do all the jobs that we don’t like doing. And we could probably spend more time doing the bikes that we like rather than rushing. I hate rushing.

Chris most definitely hated rushing. He was one of the most laid-back guys I’d ever met. My father had once told me that Chris was a good influence on me. He was the calm in my storm. But there were times, like this, when he frustrated me. Although I couldn’t quite get too mad at him. This wasn’t his family business. This was just a job to him. He loved his job, but he’d never feel the same way that I did about it.

No way. I don’t want other people working in this shop. This is a family business. I don’t want some weirdo here. I already told my father that it’s important to keep this family only.

I’m not family.

You are to me. I’ve known you long enough, my dad loves you, and I get along better with you than I do with my own brothers. No, this shop is better just being the two of us. We know what we’re doing. And it’s not always this busy. We’ll get through it. You happy to work an extra hour or two tonight?

Chris shrugged. Sure, only if you buy me a beer afterward.

"Now that I can definitely do. You see, we’ve got this. Nobody else would be as dedicated as we are. We don’t need anyone else."

Well, I don’t really care, to be honest. I love it here, and your father pays well. And I get to fiddle around with bikes all day. Nothing wrong with that.

I smiled at him. It always felt good to have someone on my side. You see? At least you get it. Now, when are you going to join the bike club? I’m glad you’re working here and all, but you’d love the bike club, man. I promise you. It’s so different to this; it’s like the other side of bikes.

It wasn’t the first time that I’d asked Chris to join the club. Even my brothers were a part of it. But Chris didn’t seem interested. He liked working in the shop but didn’t feel like adding to his responsibilities. I kept telling him that there wasn’t a huge amount that he really had to do, but he was happy to carry on with his life as it was. And he was a very hard person to influence. When Chris set his mind on something, he stuck to it no matter what.

He shook his head, just as I thought he would. Nah, I’d rather not. Honestly, I’m happy just working here. The club is not for me. Maybe one day.

I grunted. "Sure, sure. Maybe one day. That’s what you always say. Man, the guys at the club are so much older than me. Most of them, anyhow. It would be cool to have someone my own age around for a change. Anyway, think about it."

I will, he said, and I knew he wouldn’t.

Now, I better get back to this bike. I’m almost done. If my father walks in again and sees that I’m still working on it, he’s going to have a fit. I swear, that man doesn’t trust me at times.

Well, he lets you run the shop. So, I think he trusts you more than you think he does. Chris, as usual, was sticking up for my father.

I shook my head. I don’t know so much, Chris.

Chapter Two

Eliza

I t’s nice to see you , sweetheart. I didn’t know you were coming. Did you tell me? It’s not on the calendar.

Since when was my coming over an event that had to be put on her calendar? No, I didn’t tell you. I’m sorry to spring it on you like this. I was driving, and I suddenly realized I was close to your house. I thought it would be nice to come in and chat.

My mother smiled at me, and once again I was taken aback at how beautiful she was. I hoped that I could age as gracefully as she had. People used to say that we looked more like sisters than mother and daughter. My mother just reached a point where she seemed to stop aging.

You’re always welcome to come by and talk to me. You know that. The statement sort of went against the whole calendar conversation, but I let it slide. Now, let me get you a drink. Coffee? Tea? Vodka? Wine?

I chuckled. Coffee would be great. It’s a bit too early for wine.

My mother raised her perfectly shaped eyebrow at me. It is? Not for me. But I’ll get us some coffee. I got myself this fancy new machine that makes cappuccinos.

Ooh, that sounds nice. Thanks, Mom.

I followed her to the kitchen to watch her make the coffee, which ended up being her just placing a cup under the nozzle and pressing a button. I sighed with contentment as she handed it to me and quickly took my first sip. It was exactly what I needed.

Delicious.

It is, isn’t it? You need to get yourself one of these. It makes all sorts of coffee, and it tastes just like the ones at a café. Even better sometimes. Get one; you won’t regret it, she said.

I nodded. Oh trust me, I’d love to get one. But first, I need a job. I have a feeling those things don’t exactly come cheap.

No, they certainly don’t. Something to save up for, then. How is the job hunting going? I tell you what, it’s tough being young these days. The jobs don’t come as easily as they used to.

I sighed. Tell me about it. It’s not easy. I was thinking of starting up my own business, actually, but I want to get a bit more experience before doing that. Get my name out and all of that. I went to a job interview last week, but I really didn’t like the place. And the pay was terrible. I could see how miserable everyone looked, and I had a feeling that it wasn’t the sort of place I could move up in. The whole thing just felt stagnant, you know.

They were miserable? But aren’t they party planners? Isn’t that supposed to be a fun job?

"Yeah! That’s exactly what I thought. I wouldn’t want someone like that planning my party. Anyway, I didn’t have to worry, though. Someone else go the job. They chose this woman who was super grumpy. I guess that’s the look they’re going for. I suppose it’s a good thing, because I’m getting so desperate that I just might have taken it."

Well, never mind that. You don’t want a job like that, anyway. Yes, it’s good that they chose someone else. You left your last job because it wasn’t what you wanted, and your boss was awful, so don’t do that to yourself again. The right job is out there. So, what’s next?

There’s another job actually, but it’s in Arizona. I had an interview yesterday over Skype, and they loved me. And frankly, I loved them. The guy actually took the computer around the room so that I could see the place. And it’s exactly the sort of job I’m looking for. I got all giddy just talking to him.

"In Arizona?"

I sighed. Yeah, that’s the thing. I mean, I love California. I’m not sure I really want to move. But at the same time, it’s such a great opportunity. Anyway, they offered me the job. They said I need to call them by the end of the day with an answer.

You know, darling, it’s good to move sometimes. You grow a lot when you move, and this job sounds wonderful.

So, you think I should take it? I asked. I knew that I wanted the job, and that I wanted someone to tell me that it was a good idea. Hearing her say so made me feel good. It was just the sort of push that I needed. I’d been worried that she was going to tell me that I was being foolish to move to a whole new city—out-of-state, even—just for a job.

I think it’s a great idea, Eliza. But what about Raymond? Will he come with you? Because a long-distance relationship is never a good idea. Although knowing Raymond, he’d probably follow you everywhere. Or is there a way you can do this job from here? Telecommuting—isn’t that what they call it?

I wasn’t sure what to say to that. There was so much about Raymond that my mother didn’t know. I’d thought about telling her on many occasions, but it was always too hard to bring up. It also didn’t help that Raymond had managed to charm the socks off my mother. I suppose he’d done the same to me, once upon a time. And once you were under his spell, it was hard to get out of it. The only reason that I had been able to do so was because I now knew the truth. Raymond was great in many ways, but the moment he had a few drinks, he turned into a whole new person. Someone that didn’t think twice about knocking me around.

I don’t think he’ll come with. And the job is definitely an in-house one. They need me there, and all the assignments are going to be in the area. It’s a very hands-on job.

So then, you’re not taking it, I assume? she said.

I sighed. I had expected this conversation to come. It was part of the reason why I’d gone to my mother’s house. I knew I had to at least some of the truth. To prepare her for the fact that I didn’t want to be with Raymond anymore. To be honest, Mom, Raymond and I have been drifting apart for a while now. I don’t think that the two of us are going to work out. We’ve tried, but I just don’t think that it’s meant to be. I don’t think that he’s the one.

‘Drifting apart’ was putting it mildly, but it was the only thing that I could think of to say at that moment. These all still felt like safe words.

"Really? I didn’t know that. The last time I saw him, he said that things were going great between the two of you. I thought