Saved by the Devil (Devils Arms Book 3)

He could almost feel the power of her fear vibrating in the air between them as he waited for her to speak.
“You could work for me if that helps,” he suggested. Her green eyes jumped to his again.
“Wo-ork?” she asked.
Peanut almost laughed because he could already see where her brain was going with that suggestion. Even as he set about reassuring her, his idea took on a life of its own and he knew that he’d do whatever it took to convince her.
“Yeah, I need someone to watch Jasmine.”
“Dad, Brenna watches me,” Jazzy insisted. Shit, him and his dick. How did he tell his little angel that he’d fucked that up? His idea was perfect. It kept the woman safe and it gave him a live-in nanny that he didn’t have to call every time he had shit to do.
“Yeah, but it would be easier if we had someone who helped all the time. It wouldn’t be so difficult for me to find someone to watch you when I need to help your uncles. It would also help, um—” he paused, realizing he still didn’t know her name.
“Phoebe,” Jasmine said, realizing who he was talking about.
“Right, it would help Phoebe,” he said testing the name.
It meant “bright” in Greek and it fit her. Peanut snorted a little at his own musings. He was surprised he’d remembered Hambone telling him the meaning of Phoebe’s name. It had been a little over six months ago when they were thinking of what to name their daughter. Hambone and Kate had ended up naming her Abigail which meant “Dad’s joy” or something like that. It was funny that he’d actually remembered. Stuff like that was normally something he didn’t really care about. He would be the first to admit he was a sappy fucker when it came to his daughter but thinking about names and their meaning wasn’t something he did.
“Let me get this straight. You’re asking me—a complete stranger—to live with you and care for your child?” Phoebe asked, her brow furrowed.
“Yeah,” Peanut replied.
Her words made him think about how out of character his request was. He hadn’t thought it through before he’d said it, but now that he had it felt right. He’d always trusted his instincts and today wasn’t any different. It might be crazy to allow a woman he didn’t even know keep his daughter, but something about her screamed responsible. He watched her tilt her head and look at him with those green eyes filled with uncertainty and confusion. He knew she was thinking over what he’d just suggested so he waited, observing her silently.

Chapter Eight
Phoebe couldn’t believe that the past few minutes had happened. Someone had stolen her bag and she’d been offered a job. What the hell was going on? Everything she owned had been ripped from her in just a few seconds. She had no idea what she was going to do. She’d had a plan, but that plan wasn’t going to be possible without any money. She looked over at the adorable little girl who had just taken her hand in hers. Jasmine smiled and gently squeezed her hand.
“Phoebe, it’s okay,” she said as her hand tightened in another reassuring squeeze.
Was it? Phoebe didn’t know anymore. She warily stared at the man who seemed to be handing her an answer to her problems on a silver platter. It made her nervous that he was just offering a perfect solution. Wasn’t trusting a man what had gotten her into this situation in the first place? She took in his shoulder length brown locks, his kind brown eyes, and the leather cut proclaiming him a member of the Devils Arms MC. She swallowed hard because the only thing she knew about the motorcycle club was what she’d seen in the news and that wasn’t pretty.
She was shocked that he wasn’t pressuring her. He just sat beside her waiting, like her answer didn’t matter to him one way or the other. Maybe it didn’t, maybe he was just trying to help her. She didn’t know what to do. She was scared to agree but she didn’t really have many choices. The reality was she had exactly sixty dollars that she’d shoved into her shoe earlier plus the change from the diner. She’d put the money in her shoe in case Johnny found her and she had to stash her bag. Phoebe hadn’t really thought her bag would be stolen, or she would have put more money in her shoe and she wouldn’t be in this position. She tilted her head and watched him silently, searching for some sign that she could trust him.
“It’s up to you,” the man said.
Phoebe felt something inside her ease when he said those words. She knew somehow that he meant them. It was odd how she already seemed to know him well enough to read his body language. She knew if she refused his offer he’d walk away. He wasn’t going to force her.
“I just want to note that I think you’re crazy for giving someone you don’t even know a job watching your daughter. What will your wife think?” Phoebe asked.
She didn’t know why she’d said it, maybe to see his reaction to her words. She knew how Johnny would have reacted. He’d likely have slapped her or maybe called her a bitch. He’d never hit her in public but the things he’d said to her had been almost as bad. They’d eaten away at her confidence and when they’d gotten home the beating had always been much worse.
“Don’t have a wife. As for the being crazy, that’s possible,” the man said with a little chuckle.
Phoebe felt her nerves return and she was about to refuse his offer. No way she wanted to chance getting into another bad situation. She opened her mouth to speak but