The Biker's Protection - Book 3 (Motorcycle Club Romance) (Ghosts of the Prairie Motorcycle Club) by Regina Fox Read Free Book Online Page B

was down to his shoulders.
    “I definitely have to go back,” said Foley.
    “You really are pushing it. You were just at a fire. And you, we,” Savannah stopped mid-sentence, blushing profusely recalling the night before.
    Foley swooped in and grinned.
    “You’re too tired to fight a fire,” she murmured softly.
    “Wanna write me a note?” he asked playfully.  “You know if I skip work, I can’t have hot sex with anyone. Fireman’s code.”
    Savannah raised her eyebrows.  “I’ll bet it’s not a biker’s code.”
    “You catch on quickly,” he said. “You’re absolutely right.”
    “I’m serious,” she said.
    “Unfortunately, everyone was at the first. We are all tired. If this happens again, we’ll import firefighters from the next town over. We work together like that especially during dry season,” he said.
    “Do you think it will happen again?” asked Savannah.
    “It could. I will know for sure after we put the fire out, but two all hands fires in a row usually spells firebug. Devil’s Lake probably has an arsonist,” he said. “And I’m fine,” he said.
    “Well then, let’s go,” she said.
    “No, no,” he said. “You enjoy the rest of your ride. Why don’t you ride with Danny?”
    “Sure, Savannah,” said Danny. “We’ll take good care of you.”
    “Fucking keep your hands off of her!” he joked.
    “Fuck off! If you can’t keep your woman satisfied…”
    “Screw you!” he laughed. 
    Savannah smiled at their banter. “No offense, but if Foley isn’t here, I just won’t enjoy myself.”
    She said it playfully, but she actually meant it. It just wouldn’t be the same without him. And she didn’t want him to be by himself on the road. 
    Before they took off, Trenton got a text. He hooped.
    “Fuck, yeah!” he said. “They took your estate attorney and your stepmother into custody.”
    “They did?” Savannah asked with complete surprise.
     “Don’t sound so shocked,” Trenton replied. “Now we have to find out if those were real Riggers or fake Riggers they hired.”
    “They admitted it?” asked Savannah.
    “Of course not,” said Trenton. “But a couple of Riggers were coming out of his office as the sheriff went over to question him about last night. It was enough to put the screws to him.”
    As Foley and Savannah pulled out back onto the road, something didn’t set right with her.  
    Foley dropped Savannah off with a kiss goodbye before he drove away to the firehouse. Savannah put the dog on the leash and walked him.
     
     
    Chapter 9
     
    Foley didn’t return to her place from the fire that night as he had with the previous fire. Savannah awoke in the middle of the night. She fell asleep on her sofa watching movies. She grabbed her cell phone to skim the internet and saw that the local news reported the firefighters were still battling the blaze. An office building was burning out of control. It happened to be the office building where Savannah’s father’s estate attorney Paul Kerley had his offices. 
    Savannah would have drifted back to sleep. The sofa she had been sleeping on was awful comfortable. It was wide and plush. She drew up the throw around her, snuggling. But her mind was wide awake. The television played lightly on the background when she heard somebody had been injured. She listened carefully, and when she heard it was a firefighter, her heart sunk. Was Foley okay? She washed her face and brushed her teeth, then ran a brush through her hair. She couldn’t sleep until she knew. Damn it! And he didn’t have his cell phone. Savannah put Beau on a leash and drove down to the scene of the fire. 
    It was hard to know when she was close to the scene of the fire. The office building glowed like a holiday ornament. Fire trucks clustered as hoses aimed at tongues of flames flicked around the building. Savannah knew she had something special in Foley Graham. Seeing that he did battle against mega-fires, something that seeing put in a