Racing Hard (Dirt Track Dogs Book 4) by P. Jameson Read Free Book Online

her eyes drifted closed. His hands were worn and calloused—just like Tana’s were—but they weren’t clumsy. He knew exactly where to pet Grace to make her relax.
    His actions came off as nurturing, and it must be a trait that came natural to him since he liked to take care of his pack. Come to think of it, he was always looking out for someone. Tana, every morning to see how she’d slept. His packmates, to make sure they were fed before racing. Beast and Punk, urging them to build a house they could have a family in. Blister, encouraging him to make his home with his mate. Even Diz when he’d snapped at them earlier, who looked a little better off since having coffee.
    Surge would make a damn good father.
    Protective, yet gentle. Funny, yet stern. Patient, kind, and understanding.
    Grace could do worse. And if it turned out her clan couldn’t be found, she’d be just fine here with this badass group of dogs and their mates.
    Hell, Tana was beginning to wish they’d just go ahead and adopt her too. Would they take a grown female panther?
    Or was that too much to ask?
    ***
    “What about this?” Surge asked, holding up a toy rattle that had ten different animal sounds and flashing lights. “This thing is badass .”
    They’d needed supplies, and the closest Walmart was in the next town over. Surge hardly ever shopped the big store. He preferred to stay local, and Cedar Valley had plenty of small mom and pop stores to choose from. But then again, he’d never shopped for a baby.
    “No.” Tana shook her head, leaving no room for argument.
    “Why not? It makes animal noises. There’s a dog and a cat. And the lights. She’d love it.”
    Tana grabbed it from his hands and hit the button on the side. An ear-piercing meow, meow, meow blasted from the toy. She raised an eyebrow as if her point was proven.
    A flutter in his chest had him feeling automatically lighter. She was damn cute when she thought she’d won an argument, but how did she do that to him? Make his chest feel warm and mushy?
    Surge shrugged. “So? It’s loud. I’m loud and everyone seems okay with me.”
    She laughed, shaking her head, and returned the toy to the shelf. “That’s irrelevant.”
    “What? My logic is sound, woman.”
    She walked ahead of him, bending to look at the diapers. They’d need them as soon as little Gracie decided to be human again. “In my world, we don’t call that logic.”
    “Listen, as much as I want to live in your world, I have to disagree.” He tossed the toy into the cart when she wasn’t looking.
    “What size diapers should we get?”
    “Hell if I know. Just buy a pack of each.”
    “Good idea.”
    As they walked the aisles of the baby department, Surge watched Tana closely. Every decision she made was carefully thought out. Which baby wash would be best for the little one. Which clothing would be more comfortable. What would make Grace feel most secure. It made Surge damn proud of her. And it also told him that she’d given some thought to being a mother.
    She tossed a small blanket into the cart and then stood with her hands on her hips to face him. “Okay. I think we’ve got everything we need.”
    Surge sighed. Her, in those cutoff jean shorts… she was the stuff dreams were made of.
    “You sure?”
    He wouldn’t mind following her down a few more aisles. He was not even a little ashamed that he’d been blatantly checking out her ass the entire morning. He’d wanted her to catch him but she was too absorbed in her task. Which really just made him fall for her more.
    “Well, no. Not really. This is my first time ever taking care of a young.”
    Surge examined the cart. It was almost full. Surely they’d covered all their bases.
    “Diapers, wipes, clothes, blankets, a bassinet, sheets, portable changing pad, formula, Pedia-whatever-the-hell-it-is, two kinds of pacifiers, pacifier clips, pacifier holders … fuck, I’m surprised they don’t make pacifiers for the pacifiers.” Surge