TRAILING TRISHA - A Black Hounds Motorcycle Club Romance (The Fox and the Hounds Book #2) Read Online Free PDF Page B
Author: Fiona Garland
pixyish teenager looked a good decade younger than most of the waiting staff. In spite of her youth, she dutifully served them throughout the evening. “More wine, Mrs. Alastair?”
Trish shook her head. “And I’m not Mrs. Alastair.”
She and Dante shared a knowing look.
She wasn’t Mrs. Alastair just yet.
The waitress blushed at her blunder. “Sorry, I never thought I’d someone famous.”
Dante grinned. “I know! I didn’t think I’d ever meet the famous Trisha Kaplan of Foxtail Farms either.”
The farm girl was too far away across the table to slap her date. Instead, she turned to the waitress. “Care for autograph?”
The biker added. “I heard Trisha’s signature goes for a thousand bucks apiece on eBay.”
The chuckle shared a laugh.
“Oh, no!” the waitress said in mortification. “Management strictly forbids taking any autographs from-”
Dante chuckled. “Relax, sweetheart. We’re just teasing.”
“Will there be anything else?” she asked, regaining her composure. The waitress was flush red. “Or should I bring you the check?”
Dante couldn’t blame her bumbling. That Alastair charm could turn any woman’s knees into jelly at the drop of hat. Nonetheless, the majority of his attention and affections was reserved solely for Trisha.
Dis date threw in the towel. Or the cloth napkin to be precise. “I’m completely full, Dante.”
The girl knew the value of food and hated to leave a plate unfinished.
Dante agreed. “And I feel like a tank filled up on premium gas.”
The waitress chipped in. “Any desserts? The mousse here is to die for.”
“I’ll take your word for it but we’ll call it in,” he replied, taking out his wallet. It went without saying that he’d pay for everything. Or at least the company’s business account would do the heavy lifting. “Is the bar at the lounge still open?”
The waitress smiled when she saw the large tip Dante had written down for her. “Open past midnight. I’ll get your check.”
After they paid, the two headed to the lounge located on the second floor of the restaurant. It was a lovely, spacious area that was half outdoors. A live band played classical music as guests took to the dance floor. They could sip on their drinks under the stars if they wanted to.
Almost immediately, a pack of people came to shake Dante’s hand and talk business with him. Once again, he got them off their backs so that they could drink in peace. Word of their romantic date was already hitting social media.
Trisha groaned at the photo stream appearing on her new phone. He had gotten it as a replacement for her mothballed flip phone. However, it just seemed to just expose her to the gossip surrounding her. He hated for her to be exposed to such filth but it was unavoidable. “They already have pictures of me pigging out on roast duck. It doesn’t help with how I look. If the camera adds ten pounds, these new smart phone cameras add twenty!”
Dante took a pair of beers off a waiter’s tray. After a few rounds of wine, they could make due with something light. “You look fine, Trisha. Great even. I haven’t had this much fun since… well… our last date.”
It had been a great date so far. In turn, Trisha had told him the other night had been the best date of what was admittedly a very shallow list of dating prospects for the farm girl. She had spent more night milking cows or doing maintenance on her father’s tractor than going on a date with a boy.
Suddenly, the band changed its tune to a cherry Irish jig. Some couples took to the dance floor. Trisha mused. “We haven’t danced since that night.”
Dante put down his beer and placed a hand on her shoulder. She jerked awake at his touch as if a gallon of coffee and ten hours of sleep had
Trish shook her head. “And I’m not Mrs. Alastair.”
She and Dante shared a knowing look.
She wasn’t Mrs. Alastair just yet.
The waitress blushed at her blunder. “Sorry, I never thought I’d someone famous.”
Dante grinned. “I know! I didn’t think I’d ever meet the famous Trisha Kaplan of Foxtail Farms either.”
The farm girl was too far away across the table to slap her date. Instead, she turned to the waitress. “Care for autograph?”
The biker added. “I heard Trisha’s signature goes for a thousand bucks apiece on eBay.”
The chuckle shared a laugh.
“Oh, no!” the waitress said in mortification. “Management strictly forbids taking any autographs from-”
Dante chuckled. “Relax, sweetheart. We’re just teasing.”
“Will there be anything else?” she asked, regaining her composure. The waitress was flush red. “Or should I bring you the check?”
Dante couldn’t blame her bumbling. That Alastair charm could turn any woman’s knees into jelly at the drop of hat. Nonetheless, the majority of his attention and affections was reserved solely for Trisha.
Dis date threw in the towel. Or the cloth napkin to be precise. “I’m completely full, Dante.”
The girl knew the value of food and hated to leave a plate unfinished.
Dante agreed. “And I feel like a tank filled up on premium gas.”
The waitress chipped in. “Any desserts? The mousse here is to die for.”
“I’ll take your word for it but we’ll call it in,” he replied, taking out his wallet. It went without saying that he’d pay for everything. Or at least the company’s business account would do the heavy lifting. “Is the bar at the lounge still open?”
The waitress smiled when she saw the large tip Dante had written down for her. “Open past midnight. I’ll get your check.”
After they paid, the two headed to the lounge located on the second floor of the restaurant. It was a lovely, spacious area that was half outdoors. A live band played classical music as guests took to the dance floor. They could sip on their drinks under the stars if they wanted to.
Almost immediately, a pack of people came to shake Dante’s hand and talk business with him. Once again, he got them off their backs so that they could drink in peace. Word of their romantic date was already hitting social media.
Trisha groaned at the photo stream appearing on her new phone. He had gotten it as a replacement for her mothballed flip phone. However, it just seemed to just expose her to the gossip surrounding her. He hated for her to be exposed to such filth but it was unavoidable. “They already have pictures of me pigging out on roast duck. It doesn’t help with how I look. If the camera adds ten pounds, these new smart phone cameras add twenty!”
Dante took a pair of beers off a waiter’s tray. After a few rounds of wine, they could make due with something light. “You look fine, Trisha. Great even. I haven’t had this much fun since… well… our last date.”
It had been a great date so far. In turn, Trisha had told him the other night had been the best date of what was admittedly a very shallow list of dating prospects for the farm girl. She had spent more night milking cows or doing maintenance on her father’s tractor than going on a date with a boy.
Suddenly, the band changed its tune to a cherry Irish jig. Some couples took to the dance floor. Trisha mused. “We haven’t danced since that night.”
Dante put down his beer and placed a hand on her shoulder. She jerked awake at his touch as if a gallon of coffee and ten hours of sleep had
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