The Biker's Protection - Book 3 (Motorcycle Club Romance) (Ghosts of the Prairie Motorcycle Club) by Regina Fox Page A
Authors: Regina Fox
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Money that he did. The only dumb thing he did was hire you,” she growled.
“Fine. Finish my reputation. I won’t need it. I am facing disbarment because of you! And now they think I burned down my own building!”
The manager approached her.
“Is this gentleman bothering you?” she said. “Do you want me to call the police?”
Savannah shook her head. “I’m actually leaving. I think this guy is in enough trouble,” she said.
She had no idea where her generosity of spirit came from. She told herself at the height of her squabbles between her stepmother and him that if she could, she would have him tossed in jail and throw away the key. But now she just felt sorry for him.
So much for shopping.
Savannah went out to her car. Sweet Beau was poking his nose out of the cracked window. She had an incoming call. It was Susan Gretsky. Not a person she felt like talking to, but she was polite.
“I have some time in the next hour if you want to bring Beau in for a follow-up,” she said.
Savannah shook her head. She was really beside herself from the scene at the store, but she thought, why not? They were already out, and that was putting a positive foot forward. She tooled around town to Susan’s office. What she found there – or rather who she saw. Foley. He looked positively exhausted, and his hand was bandaged. He looked her in the eye with his warm smile.
That she was worked up from her encounter with Paul Kerley must have been obvious.
“What happened to you?” he asked her.
“Why?” she replied.
“You look upset,” he said.
“No, I just hurried to come over. Dr. Gretsky said she had an opening. Thanks for taking us,” Savannah said as politely as she could.
“How about you are you okay?” she asked him.
She didn’t really want to engage in a personal conversation in front of his ex-wife but she was weak for him. Foley stooped to pet Beau who was wagging his tail at him. The dog really liked him. Susan jerked up on Beau’s leash randomly. Savannah was alarmed. Even Foley was shocked. But Susan smiled.
“Relax,” she said. “I was just correcting him.”
“What the fuck did he do?” asked Foley.
“He needs to respect personal space. Boundaries,” said Susan. “Watch your language.”
Savannah was about to take the dog out of there. But Susan sank down next to Foley, gently checking the dog out. Savannah bristled at how Susan’s body was so close to Foley’s and how chummy they were. And her exam was so uninvolved that Savannah was wondering why she had to bring the dog down for? What sort of veterinarian expertise was at work just petting the dog next to her ex-husband? Yes, it was official; Savannah was jealous.
It was so awkward. Whatever she and Foley may grow to have, if they grew to have something, he and Susan shared something that by all appearances was timeless. His ex-wife was always going to have some kind of connection with him. One that looked really comfortable. Savannah wanted to leave and retreat to the comfort and bliss of her lake home.
“He looks good,” Susan said.
She and Foley stood up. Susan handed Savannah an envelope.
“You can just drop that in the mail to me whenever,” she said. “Nice seeing you again. And if you email my assistant, I will be happy to forward records to your regular veterinarian.”
Savannah and Beau walked out of the vet’s office. Savannah didn’t even have the feeling she might see Foley again. Like the bulk of why he and the Ghosts were at her house had resolved or something, and everyone moved on. Now Savannah wondered if what happened between Foley and her was not just a consenting adult moment. Boy, did she feel stupid.
Susan was indeed right about her ex.
Savanna h almost felt like thanking Paul Kerley for wrecking her grocery shopping. She almost bought enough to feed an army or rather a biker club. She drove through the fast food window and bought the biggest meal they had. It didn’t help
“Fine. Finish my reputation. I won’t need it. I am facing disbarment because of you! And now they think I burned down my own building!”
The manager approached her.
“Is this gentleman bothering you?” she said. “Do you want me to call the police?”
Savannah shook her head. “I’m actually leaving. I think this guy is in enough trouble,” she said.
She had no idea where her generosity of spirit came from. She told herself at the height of her squabbles between her stepmother and him that if she could, she would have him tossed in jail and throw away the key. But now she just felt sorry for him.
So much for shopping.
Savannah went out to her car. Sweet Beau was poking his nose out of the cracked window. She had an incoming call. It was Susan Gretsky. Not a person she felt like talking to, but she was polite.
“I have some time in the next hour if you want to bring Beau in for a follow-up,” she said.
Savannah shook her head. She was really beside herself from the scene at the store, but she thought, why not? They were already out, and that was putting a positive foot forward. She tooled around town to Susan’s office. What she found there – or rather who she saw. Foley. He looked positively exhausted, and his hand was bandaged. He looked her in the eye with his warm smile.
That she was worked up from her encounter with Paul Kerley must have been obvious.
“What happened to you?” he asked her.
“Why?” she replied.
“You look upset,” he said.
“No, I just hurried to come over. Dr. Gretsky said she had an opening. Thanks for taking us,” Savannah said as politely as she could.
“How about you are you okay?” she asked him.
She didn’t really want to engage in a personal conversation in front of his ex-wife but she was weak for him. Foley stooped to pet Beau who was wagging his tail at him. The dog really liked him. Susan jerked up on Beau’s leash randomly. Savannah was alarmed. Even Foley was shocked. But Susan smiled.
“Relax,” she said. “I was just correcting him.”
“What the fuck did he do?” asked Foley.
“He needs to respect personal space. Boundaries,” said Susan. “Watch your language.”
Savannah was about to take the dog out of there. But Susan sank down next to Foley, gently checking the dog out. Savannah bristled at how Susan’s body was so close to Foley’s and how chummy they were. And her exam was so uninvolved that Savannah was wondering why she had to bring the dog down for? What sort of veterinarian expertise was at work just petting the dog next to her ex-husband? Yes, it was official; Savannah was jealous.
It was so awkward. Whatever she and Foley may grow to have, if they grew to have something, he and Susan shared something that by all appearances was timeless. His ex-wife was always going to have some kind of connection with him. One that looked really comfortable. Savannah wanted to leave and retreat to the comfort and bliss of her lake home.
“He looks good,” Susan said.
She and Foley stood up. Susan handed Savannah an envelope.
“You can just drop that in the mail to me whenever,” she said. “Nice seeing you again. And if you email my assistant, I will be happy to forward records to your regular veterinarian.”
Savannah and Beau walked out of the vet’s office. Savannah didn’t even have the feeling she might see Foley again. Like the bulk of why he and the Ghosts were at her house had resolved or something, and everyone moved on. Now Savannah wondered if what happened between Foley and her was not just a consenting adult moment. Boy, did she feel stupid.
Susan was indeed right about her ex.
Savanna h almost felt like thanking Paul Kerley for wrecking her grocery shopping. She almost bought enough to feed an army or rather a biker club. She drove through the fast food window and bought the biggest meal they had. It didn’t help
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