Free TRAILING TRISHA - A Black Hounds Motorcycle Club Romance (The Fox and the Hounds Book #2) by Fiona Garland Page B

before they could see their children form a lasting bond between their families. The soon to be Mrs. Alastair has certainly had an effect on the once reckless Dante.’”
     
     
    Trisha read the last few paragraphs again. Sam had earned his pay with the research he had done on them. It was a glowing review but she wondered where he had learned this stuff. Could Uncle Cass have sweetened up her image?
     
     
    The glow started to wear off in the next section.
     
     
    “’If Alastair’s present looks to be a success then his past would be considered by many to be a disaster. As a child, he was a delinquent who often skipped school to illegally street race. Things went from bad to worse when the Black Hound Motorcycle Club came under criminal investigation and Alastair’s mother became terminally ill with cancer. Without the guidance of his parents, Alastair descended into vandalism and violence.’
     
     
    ‘This downward spiral climaxed with an assault on an older man who was allegedly a member of the now dead Red Aztecs street gang. Due to his age, Alastair was only suspended from school and given a year in juvenile hall. Ashamed of his actions, the young man resolved to become a better man for his late mother. Nonetheless, Alastair was seen as a lost cause for several years after his year in juvenile hall.”
     
     
    It was uncomfortable reading about Dante’s past. The man she made love to seemed so sweet, vulnerable, and kind. He was full of regret over his past deeds and wanted to be a better man. Not just for himself but also for her.
     
     
    Trisha decided to move onto another section. This one chronicled their origins as an outlaw motorcycle club “’The club was originally founded in the Alastair’s hometown of Ironville-’”
     
     
    Suddenly, a lightbulb went off in her head.
     
     
    The farm girl read the line over again before rushing to find Dante. She went to Lucia’s office but it was empty. An office worker directed her to the conference where Dante, Lucia, and the media team were coming up with a battle plan. She found the two of them along with Mr. Brown. The older man was the one who had written the contract for her arrangement with Dante and the Black Hounds.
     
     
    “Sorry to interrupt but I just got an idea-” Trisha said before stopping mid-sentence. The woman closed the door before speaking. She had made the mistake of talking openly about their arrangement and gotten everyone into hot water. “Is it safe to talk here?”
     
     
    “Safe as we’ll ever be,” Mr. Brown said with a half-smile. “What’s on your mind, Miss Kaplan?”
     
     
    “I think I might have a solution,” she began, hoping no one would shut her down. It got Lucia’s attention. They were likely nowhere near having an answer for the crisis. “Dante, remember how we talked about visiting Ironville?”
     
     
    Dante nodded. “Yeah, we joked about it when everything blew up in our faces. That part has been playing on the air as well. What’s my hometown got to do with anything?”
     
     
    “Why don’t Dante and I go to his hometown?” she said to the surprise of the others. “Let’s tell the media I was upset because Dante promised we’d go there but he kept holding it off. We can say that we kept holding it off until the IPO when I wanted to go their earlier. Now, we’re heading there for a romantic retreat. It’s also a bit of a homecoming for Dante. We can play it off that way.”
     
     
    Mr. Brown said. “Have the prodigal son return home and reflect on the past with his new bride. It sounds brilliant. It’ll certainly give us some breathing room.”
     
     
    Dante stroked his chin. “We could say we had a fight over visiting Ironville until after the IPO. What’s a relationship without a little tension?”
     
     
    “Well, the media is taking about Ironville,” Lucia said, the wheels in her head churning. “That town hasn’t been in the news very much since the iron veins ran out