TRACKING TRISHA - A Black Hounds Motorcycle Club Romance (The Fox and the Hounds Book #1) by Fiona Garland Read Free Book Online Page B

dark from oil and grease. “And who is the lovely lady?”
     
     
    “Just here with my girl,” he said, giving his pretend girlfriend a hug. Trisha gave a brilliant smile to complete the act. “I never thought I’d see you leave home.”
     
     
    “Hello, I’m Trisha.”
     
     
    “Please to meet you,” he said to Trisha, before turning his attention back to his old friend. “I came here to the city for a special request. Old man Grundy had a friend who won some old military bike from World War II. He wants to get it up and running but half the parts aren’t even begin made anymore. It honestly belongs in a museum.”
     
     
    “Still a mechanic for Mr. Grundy back at the town?” Dante asked rhetorically. “You sure you won’t reconsider my offer? I could use a guy like you on my design team.”
     
     
    “Nah, a big company job isn’t for me,” Brendan replied. “I’m more at home in the trenches. Speaking of which, you up for a race, Dante? It’ll just be like old times.”
     
     
    “No can do, Brendan,” Dante answered, shrugging off the offer. “Lucia forbade me to go over sixty miles per hour. I can’t be a CEO and a street racer at the same time.”
     
     
    “Ha! I thought I’d never see Dante Alastair turn down a race!”
     
     
    “Maybe we could always race on power scooters when were both in our seventies.”
     
     
    “I’ll hold you to it!” Brendan laughed, heading past them the couple. “See you two. It was nice meeting your, Trisha.”
     
     
    The farm girl waved him goodbye. “Likewise, Brendan.”
     
     
    “Not a bad trial run,” Dante said, stroking his chin as his friend left earshot. “Although Brendan’s not the type to be snoop. He cares more about the bike I’m riding than the girl I’m dating.”
     
     
    Trisha looked to give a witty response but held her tongue. Dante wondered what was going through her head. She seemed unused to attention she had received. The woman had lived a quiet, humble life. The biker almost felt like a thief to tempt her away with promises of money and security.
     
     
    Soon, the couple took a seat at a private booth and waited to get served.
     
     
    “Here, we’ll have some privacy,” Dante said, sitting across from Trisha. “Sitting at the bar’s counter is the authentic Kennel experience but we’re just here for a quiet drink.”
     
     
    “Speaking of kennels, do the Black Hounds.”
     
     
    “We used to have a few bloodhounds at the old club,” Dante replied. “Lucia stopped us from keeping a mascot in the office like the old days. We do sponsor some of the animal shelters around here though.”
     
     
    “How did you meet Brendan?” Trisha asked, looking through the menu. “Go to same school as him when you were kids?”
     
     
    “I meet him in juvie hall,” Dante revealed to the farm girl’s shock. “He fought a policeman and broke the man’s jaw. They wanted to try him as an adult and throw the book at him. The judge had sympathy for him since he came from a broken family. Brendan’s turned his life around since then. He found the Bible and motorcycle racing… and not necessarily in that order.”
     
     
    “What did you do to end up in juvenile hall?” Trisha asked, her eyes widening before becoming narrow again. “Sorry, I shouldn’t ask such a personal question.”
     
     
    “If we’re going to work together, then you deserve to know everything,” he said with a bittersweet smile. “I hurt people, Trisha. I don’t want to make excuses for the crimes I committed or the people I hurt. I deserved to be punished for what I did… but I was in a lot of pain back then.”
     
     
    “What happened?”
     
     
    “It was a bad time for me,” he answered, his becoming low. “Mom got sick. Uncle Cass got arrested. Dad had no time for me between taking care of mom and keeping the Black Hounds safe from the Feds. Lucia dealt with it much better than I did. She hit the books and tried to make mom