Free The Biker's Chaos (Ghosts of the Prairie Motorcycle Club Book 5) by Regina Fox Page B

couch, watching nothing television until it was time for her to go to work.
    She walked into Park Cafe, her manager was grinning from ear to ear.
    “What a shiny cool car that is,” Tara remarked. “Girl, what have you gotten yourself involved with? You have a sugar daddy for sure.”
    “I don’t know,” said Hannah in a deadpan voice, “I may have screwed it up.”
    She didn’t go into details. She waited on the few customers that came in and busied herself with cleaning the wait station.
    “You have a table,” said Tara plainly.
    Hannah approached the floor without any expectation. But there sitting in her station was John and Ghosts captain Danny White Feather. They were both in full biker garb. She couldn’t help but smile through her heavy moping at the sight of them. Especially John. She forced herself to look him in the eye. He looked up at her and winked. She wanted to throw herself in his arms and get lost in them.
    “What’s good to eat for a couple of dumb asses riding on a day like today?” asked Danny.
    “Why do you guys ride when it’s this cold?” asked Hannah.
    “Same reason why we ride when it’s warm,” said Danny. “Because we love to. Actually it’s warmed up quite a bit. It broke fifty about an hour ago. I was thinking of wearing a t-shirt.”
    “Two coffees,” said John.
    He stood up. “And a hug. Because I’ve missed you so damn much.”
    Hannah shoved her order pad and pencil back in her apron and buried herself into his body. It was the best hug ever.
    “If you’re not doing anything after work,” he whispered. “Can you please come over to my place so we can talk?”
    She nodded into his chest. He kissed the top of her head and released her.
    “Okay pretend like that didn’t happen in case anyone complains about PDAs,” said John, sitting back down.
    “Just your luck, you get arrested for hugging a waitress at the Park Cafe,” said Danny as he read his menu.
    “My girlfriend,” corrected John.
    Hannah’s eyebrows nearly flew off her face. She smiled from the inside out. Her smile was so broad and wide; she could not wipe from her face. She turned their cups up for coffee. As she leaned over the table, she craned forward and kissed John slowly.
    “You’re going to get busted,” laughed John.
    “Get Tara a guy,” she whispered.
    “I like matchmaking,” said Danny. “Done.”
    Sheriff Billy Weston entered Park Cafe with a very serious look on his face. He looked straight at Hannah, who had a feeling he was going to deliver horrible news for her. She knew that look. It was the same look that the police had when they came to tell her, her mother and father had been killed in a head on.
    Billy was hard to miss besides the fact that he was standing in the entrance of the restaurant. Besides his presence which was huge, he had to be six foot four. He was stunning looking Native American man, but Hannah didn’t know of which of the three major local tribes he was a member of.
    Sometimes Danny called him chief. Even though Hannah grew up in North Dakota all her life, she really didn’t know much about the local Native Americans. But what she did know, that if one Native American referred to another as a chief, he was probably a chief for real. The one thing that was obvious was he was a really decent man and Hannah trusted him.
    Tara approached Billy and actually spoke with him. Hannah heard him ask her manager to cover her tables while he spoke with her.
    She went on automatic pilot and stepped toward the waitress station, but a pair of strong hands gripped her hips. Suddenly she had a sneaking suspicion that Danny and John hadn’t just stopped by. They were there for support.
    “What?” she asked to Billy with tears in her eyes.
    “Tara says we can use her office,” said the sheriff.
    “Is she dead?” Hannah came out with it.
    “No, we don’t think so, but I don’t want to brief you here like this,” Billy rasped.
    “Oh my gosh,” said Hannah