TRACKING TRISHA - A Black Hounds Motorcycle Club Romance (The Fox and the Hounds Book #1) Read Online Free PDF

Why not get a grease monkey with a uterus from a local repair shop?”
     
     
    “You guys are missing the forest for the trees,” Dante said in exasperation. “We’re trying to sell an image. We don’t need a biker chick or a woman who is handy with a torque wrench. We need Trisha because she’s everything we’re not. She’s a hardworking farm girl that has a good reputation with the locals. More importantly, she has a clean image we could use at this point.”
     
     
    “She does have a clean record,” Lucia added, flipping through another page. “No run-ins with the law. She doesn’t even have any speeding tickets on her record. Then again, her car has spent more time in the shop than on the road.”
     
     
    “Seriously, are you going to dig up her dental records when she was five years old?”
     
     
    “If it ensures the future of the company, then I will,” Lucia said coolly. “I’ll admit, she could be what we need. She is young, has a good reputation, and needs money. However, I’m just not comfortable having someone we know so little about in this less than honest scheme. It could easily turn into a PR nightmare if she goes off the record. We’ve already had enough of those.”
     
     
    Dante looked out at the window and narrowed his eyes. “Well, you’ll have plenty to talk to her about. Trisha has just arrived.”
     
     
    “Why’d you hire a fancy limo service for her?” Uncle Cass growled. “You could’ve save yourself a few bucks and get one of the boys down at the garage to give her a ride.”
     
     
    Lucia sighed. “I’m not sure she’ll be up for the full Black Hound Motorcycle Club experience, especially when it involves racing at a hundred miles per hour through highways.”
     
     
    Dante playfully nudged his sister in the shoulder. “I knew a girl who used to be a speed junkie before she became a CFO. Come on, let’s get ready.”
     
     
    The woman of the hour came out from the limo they had hired. It must have been quite a sight for the luxury vehicle to pull up in front of her ramshackle farm. She looked uncomfortable with the finery that came with a high class limo service, such as a fully stoked cooler and satellite television. The valet escorted her to the entrance of their motorcycle club.
     
     
    Trisha wore a clean business casual look with a shirt, slacks, and an office jacket. Dante couldn’t help but miss her tousled farm girl look. It looked like she was putting up an act rather being truthful about herself. Then again, that was what they planned on hiring her for.
     
     
    Hiding the documents about Trisha, Lucia changed her line of questioning. “Aren’t you a little spooked, Dante?”
     
     
    “What do you mean?”
     
     
    “You go for a joyride,” she began. “And you end up with on her farm. She seems like a good fit for the plan. Her mother knew our mother. It’s even the same place that made those damn addictive grapefruit candies we ate as kids. It just feels… odd for everything to come together.”
     
     
    “I never took you for the superstitious type, Lucia.”
     
     
    She shrugged. “I’m never comfortable when things go to plan. I’ll come up with a backup in case this meeting goes south.”
     
     
    “Have a little faith.”
     
     
    “You kids can handle this,” Uncle Cass said, stretching his arms. “I’m going to shoot a few rounds of pool downstairs.”
     
     
    “Don’t you want to question her, Uncle Cass?” Lucia asked. “She’s the one who will serve as the distraction for your release from prison.”
     
     
    The man walked towards their game room. “I think she’ll be a lot more at home without a convicted felon around. Besides, you’re club president now. It’s time for you to run the show.”
     
     
    Dante nodded and straightened up his shoulders. “Okay, Lucia. Let’s head to darts room.”
     
     
    “Conference room,” she corrected, picking up only a small binder from the table. “This is a