My Husband Disliked That Our Biker Neighbor Started Walking Our Little Daughter Home from School – Then Her Teacher Called Me and Said, ‘It’s About the Man Who Picks Her Up’ – Page 3

Emma slept between Ryan and me for four nights and still deeply distrusted balloons.

So we kept searching.

Then one afternoon, Travis found me beside my car in the

driveway, complaining to my mother on the phone about after-school care.
After I hung up, he leaned against his fence.

“What time does Emma get out?”

“Three.”

“My rehearsal finishes at two-thirty on Tuesdays through Fridays. Place is two blocks from her school. I can walk her home.”

I laughed. “You want to pick up a seven-year-old from elementary school dressed like that?”

He glanced at his leather vest.

“Good point. I’ll wear a tiara.”

I smiled for what felt like the first time all week.

We handled everything properly. The school copied his ID, I completed the authorization forms, and Travis was officially added to Emma’s pickup list.