The Biker's Touch - Book 2 (An Alpha Motorcycle Club Romance) (Ghosts of the Prairie Motorcycle Club) Read Online Free Page B

she hadn’t really ever dealt with.
    “Well how did you get out here?” he asked.
    “I had a job at a Sonoma winery when I was eighteen. I wasn’t allowed to do certain things because I was a minor but I could act like a hostess. Brill and some of his co-workers had been on a business trip and one of the things they did was take a tour of the winery. He took one look at me and he basically bought me,” she said.
    “Hmm,” said Trenton, comprehending.
    “I had never seen so much money as my first paycheck at the winery. I think I made eight bucks an hour to show people where the wine tasting section was. I thought I was a millionaire. I gave every penny to my mother and father,” she said.
    “And where are they now?”
    “I moved them out here as soon as I could. I made Brill build them a place. My children are visiting them right now. Boy, my parents were different people with the burden of poverty off their shoulders. They’re golden,” she said. “I went to school here. Brill insisted. But the only thing I wanted was to make a nice comfortable home. I am glad I went though.”
    Trenton brushed the hair from her face and kissed her softly.
    “You are an amazing woman,” he said. “I’d like to make you breakfast if you’ll let me.”
    “I would really like that,” she said.
    They cleared the dishes after their meal was done. He made coffee and somehow it tasted so much better than when she made it.
    “I am going to check in with my captain,” he said.
    “Captain?” she asked.
    “Ghosts of the Prairie. Our motorcycle club. You might remember when you stormed into lunch the other day that I was with some guys. I am not just the attorney for the club. Those men are my buds. We rode up here from Parshall.”
    “Oh,” said Jennifer with sudden disappointment. “You don’t live here in New City?”
    “Huh unh. We came up here looking for your husband. Made him answer for the woman he brought out here. The one you paid off? We’re probably going to be going back there in a bit,” he said.
    “So where did you go to law school?” she asked.
    “UC Berkeley ma’am,” he said. “Son of a coupla’ Haight-Ashbury hippies. I’m a transplant just like you I am afraid.”
    “So how did you come out?” she asked.
    “Well, I was a corporate jock for a long time. I was general counsel for an energy firm like your husband’s, only honest. I grew up always loving to ride. I found Ghosts of the Prairie. I liked the lifestyle more than I liked the paycheck. So I quit. I do a lot of pro bono work. Help out the Native American population quite a bit and the tribes are very grateful. So that’s satisfying. And then I do some freelancing for some of the corporations here and there. I am set.”
    Jennifer was listening, but she couldn’t help but be bummed out.
    “What’s the matter?” he asked intuitively.
    “Well, if you live in Parshall and I live in New City, that’s quite a drive back and forth to play Bucket List,” she said, feeling a pouting spell coming on.
    His hold on her got warmer and cuddlier. “I don’t know if you know this about bikers, of which I am one. We like to ride. I knew what you wanted when we chatted at the bar. I wouldn’t be here to leave you hangin’. I wanna play Bucket List with you. I’m making one of my own. And you are all over it. Like all…over…it.”
     
    Chapter Three
     
    When Jennifer opened her eyes in the morning and saw and felt the sleeping gorgeous giant next to her, she smiled. Her wonderful children were at her folks’ house for a visit. She probably should go in the office, but now that she had Trenton she was thinking she could just bring him along to help her…later. Not right now.
    Today the plan was breakfast on the deck in the sun and then a ride. He was going to take her all day, however long it took to travel by motorcycle because she didn’t know, to the state park. Badlands. Might even be an overnighter. She would pack a bag.
    She