Harris parked next to me and gave me a small dip of his chin as I walked toward the clubhouse. “Miss Penelope?” he called out to me, which made me turn around. He was tall, nearly six three or four. Broad muscle and faded ink covered the places on his arms that weren’t covered by leather. I liked his beard and kind eyes. “Would it be a bother if I helped you out of the car from now on?” I nearly gawked at him. No one cared if I had trouble getting in and out of my car. No one but Jamie. Feeling a strange burning in my throat, I nodded. “Fine by me.” His chin dipped again, and he smiled.
