The Biker's Protection - Book 3 (Motorcycle Club Romance) (Ghosts of the Prairie Motorcycle Club) by Regina Fox
Authors: Regina Fox
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whole new reality, Savannah knew she had become involved with a hero. A hot, sexy hero.
She knew that Beau would be agitated by the noise, so she left him in the car. She got out and started asking around.
A kind man looked up at her. “It was Carl Fizzons. They took him to the hospital.”
“I’m so sorry.”
“We all are.”
The man disappeared into the crowd. Savannah hung back from the main activity. It was just by chance that she noted someone in the shadows looking on as well. Who she saw made sense. She didn’t blame this person. It just hurt seeing her. Susan Gretsky. Foley’s ex-wife. The reason why Foley had been in Savannah’s neighborhood in the first place. Savannah’s heart sank right to the pit of her stomach.
In her mind, it should register all the good things it said that Foley and his ex-wife still had an amicable connection even though their marriage was over. It was the best of all consolations. She could not imagine what it would be like to be in a very deep intimate relationship with a man like Foley Graham and to lose it. She also realized it was not something she wanted to consider -- not that they were there yet.
Savannah had no idea what happened between Foley and Susan. Her mind tried to do the math, but she really couldn’t come up with anything. She also didn’t know Foley well enough to ask. And for now, she liked him so much she had to set whatever jealousy she felt.
Beau slept at the foot of Savannah’s bed. After he walked around with her to check the doors and windows, and waited as she craned out the window to the guest house. She saw a couple of bikes parked out front. Looked like a couple of Ghosts of the Prairie were on watch. Savannah changed into her comfiest pajamas and went to bed.
Part of what let Savannah fall asleep, she realized later, was that some part of her kind of expected or maybe hoped that Foley would be beside her when she awoke. Hopefully, he was crashing in a bed at the firehouse. When she didn’t hear from him all the next day and into the night, that’s what she assumed. That he was resting. She had a strong, deep desire to help him do that. They had come together so quickly that it was probably better if they missed each other for a day or so.
She was actually able to get some work done. She completed a freelance project and turned it in. She was amazed that with so much going on she actually made the deadline. It was a good, positive feeling. Savannah took Beau out with her as she ran errands. He loved going everywhere with her, even if it meant he stayed in the car. They drove passed the office building which was still smoldering even though the flames were out.
In fact, the smell of smoke was obvious even with the windows rolled up. A few firefighters had their hoses on the site while others walked over the ruins. No sign of Foley which to Savannah was a good thing. She headed over to the Fresh Grocer. She decided she wanted to invite a bunch of really nice bikers over to watch movies in her dad’s home theater.
The grocery store parking lot in the middle of a weekday was like a ghost town. That was a key advantage of working from home. No lines. Life was relatively easy. Savannah parked her car, cracked the window for Beau and went in to shop. All was good until her dad’s former estate attorney Paul Kerley, and she locked eyes at the opposite ends of an aisle.
“You!” he shouted.
“What?” she asked.
“You have RUINED me!” he said. “I never set a fire!”
The attorney was like a rabid dog. He abandoned his cart and charged toward her. He stopped suddenly keeping his distance as Savannah shrank near a checkout stand. The checker, the bagger, and a customer looked on.
“You said I had something to do with bikers? Chasing you? Are you as dumb as your dad?” he shouted.
Savannah had no idea where that came from, but she was outraged.
“My dad gave you a job, and you took his money. Money you did not earn.
She knew that Beau would be agitated by the noise, so she left him in the car. She got out and started asking around.
A kind man looked up at her. “It was Carl Fizzons. They took him to the hospital.”
“I’m so sorry.”
“We all are.”
The man disappeared into the crowd. Savannah hung back from the main activity. It was just by chance that she noted someone in the shadows looking on as well. Who she saw made sense. She didn’t blame this person. It just hurt seeing her. Susan Gretsky. Foley’s ex-wife. The reason why Foley had been in Savannah’s neighborhood in the first place. Savannah’s heart sank right to the pit of her stomach.
In her mind, it should register all the good things it said that Foley and his ex-wife still had an amicable connection even though their marriage was over. It was the best of all consolations. She could not imagine what it would be like to be in a very deep intimate relationship with a man like Foley Graham and to lose it. She also realized it was not something she wanted to consider -- not that they were there yet.
Savannah had no idea what happened between Foley and Susan. Her mind tried to do the math, but she really couldn’t come up with anything. She also didn’t know Foley well enough to ask. And for now, she liked him so much she had to set whatever jealousy she felt.
Beau slept at the foot of Savannah’s bed. After he walked around with her to check the doors and windows, and waited as she craned out the window to the guest house. She saw a couple of bikes parked out front. Looked like a couple of Ghosts of the Prairie were on watch. Savannah changed into her comfiest pajamas and went to bed.
Part of what let Savannah fall asleep, she realized later, was that some part of her kind of expected or maybe hoped that Foley would be beside her when she awoke. Hopefully, he was crashing in a bed at the firehouse. When she didn’t hear from him all the next day and into the night, that’s what she assumed. That he was resting. She had a strong, deep desire to help him do that. They had come together so quickly that it was probably better if they missed each other for a day or so.
She was actually able to get some work done. She completed a freelance project and turned it in. She was amazed that with so much going on she actually made the deadline. It was a good, positive feeling. Savannah took Beau out with her as she ran errands. He loved going everywhere with her, even if it meant he stayed in the car. They drove passed the office building which was still smoldering even though the flames were out.
In fact, the smell of smoke was obvious even with the windows rolled up. A few firefighters had their hoses on the site while others walked over the ruins. No sign of Foley which to Savannah was a good thing. She headed over to the Fresh Grocer. She decided she wanted to invite a bunch of really nice bikers over to watch movies in her dad’s home theater.
The grocery store parking lot in the middle of a weekday was like a ghost town. That was a key advantage of working from home. No lines. Life was relatively easy. Savannah parked her car, cracked the window for Beau and went in to shop. All was good until her dad’s former estate attorney Paul Kerley, and she locked eyes at the opposite ends of an aisle.
“You!” he shouted.
“What?” she asked.
“You have RUINED me!” he said. “I never set a fire!”
The attorney was like a rabid dog. He abandoned his cart and charged toward her. He stopped suddenly keeping his distance as Savannah shrank near a checkout stand. The checker, the bagger, and a customer looked on.
“You said I had something to do with bikers? Chasing you? Are you as dumb as your dad?” he shouted.
Savannah had no idea where that came from, but she was outraged.
“My dad gave you a job, and you took his money. Money you did not earn.
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