WRECKED: CHOSEN FEW MC - BOOK TWO: OUTLAW BIKER/ALPHA ROMANCE Read Online Free PDF Page A

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    Because his wife had done so much for him when she was alive, he almost felt guilty that she’d had to save his ass after prison too. But she’d dreamed of him getting his act together and building something—so he did it. It wasn’t exactly a fresh start, but it was a good one.
    From the start the garage made money. Enough to keep him happy. He kept his prices low for club members. In return, they brought him referrals, people who’d pay good money to have their bikes or cars brought up to par by the mechanic of The Chosen Few. There was a certain cachet to it. He could pick and choose the work he did. Even a couple of movie stars brought him their bikes, although there wasn’t anything hard about the repairs and he suspected it was more so they could lay claim to drinking beer with The Chosen Few, and having the same mechanic.
    Greg lived simply. There was no trick to that in his book. He had the garage, and home was just a place to go, maybe cook dinner, watch television, throw clothes in the washer and dryer, and to sleep. He didn’t know if he wanted more. Something was missing.
    “Girls,” Cutter told him.
    He meant sex, but that wasn’t it. Greg wasn’t celibate. He indulged in one-night stands with girls that came to the clubhouse, or came to hang around the garage with the idea of connecting with a bad boy. He didn’t mind obliging them. Sex was good. That wasn’t what he lacked. He knew what it was. His wife was gone. She’d left a void—a big void. None of the girls he’d met was even near what she’d been.
    And yet… now he’d met Melanie Wilford, and it reminded him that there were women in the world who weren’t biker chicks. Women who had careers or jobs and lives of their own. More to the point, it reminded him that they could be both intelligent and hot. Melanie seemed to be both. And he had sensed a glimmer of attraction. Something might be possible there.
    When Carly called, Greg went into the office and found that Audra had already quizzed her on her math problems. “She knows it backward and forward,” Audra said.
    “Yay! Time to rebuild the carb,” Carly shouted, putting her school work in her bag.
    “It’s on the workbench. You know where the tools are.”
    “You bet!”
    “And the shop rule?”
    “Keep it clean.”
    “Go for it.”
    As he watched the girl dash excitedly to the workbench, his mind drifted. To Melanie. For the first time in a long time he found himself thinking of a woman as more than someone to spend the night with. It made him feel good. When Tiny arrived with the ignition coil, Greg put her out of his mind and thought about Cutter’s bike.
    Carly whipped through her job, singing to herself as she worked. “It’s done,” she sang out.
    Greg came over and picked it up, turning it in his hand, working the butterfly valve. “Looks like a good job. Sparkling clean and shiny as it should be, everything snug.”
    “Yep,” she said proudly.
    He handed it to her. “Go install it on that bike in the corner and we’ll give it a test.”
    Her eyes sparkled. “Oh, boy!”
    Grabbing up some wrenches she went to the bike and removed its carburetor, then began installing hers. “Do you like her?”
    “Who?”
    She chuckled. “Miss Wilford, of course.”
    “Sure. What’s not to like?”
    “I mean do you like her? As in do you think she’s hot?”
    “What I think about that isn’t your business, is it?”
    “Cutter and Audra say you need a woman.”
    “Do they?”
    “Not when they know I’m listening.”
    “I see.”
    “But they’re right. And she’d be perfect for you.”
    “Why?”
    “She’s smart, and good looking, and she likes you.”
    “What makes you think she likes me?” It was a serious question. The kid was not only precocious, she was observant.
    “Her eyes. I see her eyes a lot. She talks with her eyes more than most people, and when she looked at you they got all soft, like when mom and dad are getting all mushy and