Chasing Victory (The Winters Sisters) by Joanne Jaytanie Read Free Book Online

He picked up the aura of two men inside the Winnebago. The familiar aroma of Jerry’s Old Spice confirmed Tristan’s suspicions that these were indeed the men tailing Victory. The third scent was new; it was an odor that tugged at him. It belonged to a strong, confident, dominant individual. After a few more minutes he retreated from the motorhome and retraced his path towards his tent.
    He stepped into his tent and grabbed his backpack off the sleeping bag. Digging through it he pulled out his phone, flipped it open and punched in the office number.
    “SOCOM, Noah here.”
    “Hey there Noah, nice to have you back.” Tristan replied.
    “Hey Tristan. I finished my assignment yesterday. Caught up on my sleep and thought you guys could use my help,” Noah replied.
    “Always welcome. So are you up-to-date on what’s happening?” Tristan asked.
    “Yes. The Captain briefed me first thing this morning,” Noah said.
    “It looks like there is a crew tracking Victory, a standard three man team. They have set up shop in a Winnebago a few spots down the way from the girls. Two of the men work for Biotec; my best guess is that they are all employed by the company. See if you can do some poking around and find out about our third guy, his name is Max. I want to get a heads up on any special traits. I have a feeling he might be ex-military,” Tristan said.
    “Will do.”
    “Great. I’m getting a feel for the place tonight. All’s quiet now, I think I will call it a day and hit the bunk early. I’m sure tomorrow will prove to be a long day,” Tristan said.
    “Roger, I’ll talk with you soon,” replied Noah.
    Early the following morning Tristan finished his breakfast and decided to check on the girls and their shadows. He strapped a hunting knife to his belt, put his hat and sunglasses on and picked up his walking stick. He headed out of his tent once again in the direction of Victory and Payton’s motorhome. Strolling slowly, he stopped every now and then to examine the foliage along the path. Inside the exercise pen, a large black male Doberman and smaller red female were stretched out on the ground, lying on their sides sunning themselves. Tristan slowly approached the area presenting a feeling of calm so as not to create a negative reaction by the two Dobermans, or startle Victory who was in the back storage locker digging through supplies.
    Victory sputtered to Dax who was standing next to her wagging his stub. “Your Aunt Payton sure knows how to pack a lot of supplies into this small storage Dax, but she forgets that they need to come out again.” She was half inside the storage area trying to pull a bicycle out. She grabbed hold of the bike and pulled at it with all her might. Instead of pulling the bike free, her hands slipped and she fell back out of the storage and slammed onto the ground.
    “Looks like you could use a hand,” Tristan smiled, trying to stifle his laugh.
    Victory snapped her head around towards the male voice. She found herself gazing up into magical violet eyes, smooth olive skin, a straight nose and high full cheek bones. All exquisitely framed by shiny black hair cut right above his collar, hair that was a little unruly with a natural wave. His body was broad and from what she could tell in excellent shape. He was tall, at least six foot four and astonishingly quiet on his feet. Since she didn’t hear his approach and her dogs had not alerted her. Standing up, she casually brushed the dirt from her jeans and hands.
    “Thanks, I guess I could use some help. My sister believes in cramming as much into a small space as absolutely possible,” Victory responded, a slight tinge of pink flushing her cheeks.
    Tristan extended his arm out over the exercise pens, showing no fear of the dogs. Victory reached out to take his hand. “Hi, I’m Tristan Farraday.”
    “Nice to meet you Tristan, I’m Victory Winters. Have we met before?” she asked, having the strangest feeling that she had met