Free The Biker's Touch - Book 2 (An Alpha Motorcycle Club Romance) (Ghosts of the Prairie Motorcycle Club) by Regina Fox Page B

straight with her until you all showed up,” he said.
    The biker returned Jennifer’s credit card to her. He eyeballed the crowd of Ghosts who were encircling him.
    “Where’s your bike?” demanded Danny. His tone was harder than usual.
    “Oh man, not my bike,” he muttered.
    “Now I want you to switch out with one of my guys. They’re going in as you. You better not be telling a lie about any of this because it will be your last,” said Danny.
    “I’ll go,” said Foley.
    “Good man,” said Danny. “You two swap out T-shirts and vests,” said Danny, who then braced the biker with his powerful hand. “You don’t put on his vest. He puts on yours. You are not wearing my club’s vest.”
    Right out in front of the bar, the men exchanged shirts. Foley took his bike.
    “Where’s your bike?” asked the biker.
    “You aren’t taking his bike,” smiled Danny.
    “What am I supposed to do?” demanded the biker.
    “You’re a Rigger, right? You got other Riggers in there, right? See what they can do for you. I don’t know about your crew but we stick together. We back each other’s play,” said Danny.
    “Great, but I ain’t no Ghost. Man, I just put myself on the line for this woman. You may not like what I did in the first place but I made it right and I need some slack,” he said.
    “I’d have your bitch with one of my guys but I don’t trust you. Once I find out you’re good to your word in this case, I’ll cover you, but not until then. You can go into the bar and we’ll see no harm will come to you until we have the kids.”
    The biker turned to Jennifer. “So no on the bodyguard job?” he asked.
    “No,” scoffed Trenton. “She’s not hiring you.”
    Trenton took her hand and led her aside.
    “Let’s follow Foley up to Devils Lake. I am alerting the D.A. and Sheriff Weston. Let’s follow Foley over to your place and once he is in, we’ll go get the children.”
    Jennifer said, “You have something on your face.”
    Trenton reflexively wiped. “What?”
    “Come here,” she said.
    He stooped down. Jennifer planted a slow, sensual kiss on him.
    “I’m not going to lecture you on why you shouldn’t have handled that dude by yourself. But you did a good job. And I am happy it worked out,” he said softly.
    “Why do I detect something different in your voice?” she asked with a smile.
    “Oh, there is something different,” he said. “If I had my way you would be over my knee.”
    Jennifer and Trenton piled into her Cadillac and Foley and a handful of Ghosts of the Prairie headed out to the Wayland vacation home a few miles outside the town of Devils Lake. Danny White Feather stayed behind with the rest of his guys and kept a watch on the biker who turned on Brill Wayland.
    Sheriff Billy Weston was actually stationed near the Wayland home with another sheriff. They were in plain clothes. Weston approved Foley going in as a decoy to gain entry into the home. He wore a radio so that they could hear everything.
    Jennifer’s house on Devils Lake was built at the water’s edge. It sat on a bank that overlooked a cove. The elevation overlooking the water was practically nothing but windows so every room facing that way had a view.
    To the side of the house was a swimming pool, even though the water that the house overlooked was fine to swim in. From the lawn into the water, there was a dock. To the side of that was a small boathouse, and a guest house.
    Foley’s borrowed bike buzzed down the path to the house. He was so smooth as he knocked on the door and talked to the woman Brill Wayland hired to watch the kids. She was hesitant but Foley charmed her. He got right in the house.
    “Heya, is the man here?” he asked the woman.
    “No, I thought you were supposed to meet him at the place,” she said. She was obviously stressed out.
    “No,” Foley said coolly. “He has the missus. I guess I am ahead of schedule.”
    A tackling sound could be heard.
    “Keep cool. All clear.