Read Online TRAILING TRISHA - A Black Hounds Motorcycle Club Romance (The Fox and the Hounds Book #2) by Fiona Garland - Free Book Online
Authors: Fiona Garland
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“And your Uncle Cass? What does he do?”
Dante cursed to himself internally. He wanted to think long and hard about an answer but it would look bad if he delayed a response. “He’s there to remind us that we can learn from our past mistakes. And to bring a sense of tradition to the company.”
“Yes, he’s quite the born again Christian, your uncle,” Sam replied. If Dante had tripped up with his answer, Maynard didn’t show it. “Then again, you seem quite capable of showing someone the true Black Hounds experience.”
“Yes, I’m quite familiar with it,” Trisha said, finishing her tea. They had held off ordering food until introductions were over. “Booze, chicken wings, and a round of darts. What else would a girl want than grub and games with a gentleman?”
Dante corrected her. “Pool, not darts.”
Trisha rolled her eyes. “That’s only because Lucia kicked your butt at darts when you were a kid and you’ve sworn off if ever since.”
“No, I mean the real Black Hounds experience,” Sam said with a devious smile. It was his turn to tease the CEO. “We have an ex-girlfriend of yours working as an intern for us. She went to high school with you. She spoke highly of the Black Hounds experience. Her name was Margaret-”
Dante slapped his head in embarrassment. “Oh, Maggie Sears!”
“What’s this?” Trisha said in mock anger. “What’s this about the real Black Hounds experience? Have you been holding out on me, Dante?!”
“She worked as a part time mechanic at her father’s repair shop,” he said in half seriousness. For good measure, he held up his hands like a boxer on the defense. “We dated after I brought my motorcycle for checkup before re-registering it. Turned out she wanted to be with me to ride my motorcycle. She even had the nerve to say it was a part of the repair process!”
Trisha folded her arms. “It must’ve been a damn fine bike for her to ignore you.”
Dante shot a look at Sam. “This is strictly off the record!”
Sam didn’t stop smiling. “It goes without saying.”
The trio ordered lunch and began the interview. Sam’s phone got quite a workout recording everything. On occasion, the conversation would drift to Trisha. “So you’re saying one of the reasons private farms like yours are becoming the rarity is because the danger inherent to the business?”
“It’s not firefighting or Alaskan king crab fishing but farming can be dangerous work,” she readily admitted, digging into the very same crab for her salsa entree. It was all on the company dollar. “I make sure to take all the necessary precautions. I have medical and trauma kits every fifty square feet. I’ve also done some medical classes. But the stats show that it can be pretty dangerous, especially if you’re careless. And trust me, things can go south quickly on a farm if you’re not on top of your game. It’s why a lot of the kids in my town went to the city to get white collar jobs.”
“It’s a lost art if you ask me,” Dante added. “There’s real value in owning a place, watching the fields grow, and sharing it with the world. Dangerous work? Riding motorcycles can be pretty dangerous too. It’s been a problem in the industry because a buying a motorcycle just isn’t on the radar of some people. They think it’s too dangerous and I can’t blame them. That last statement’s off the record!”
“But the Black Hounds have an outstanding safety record for their vehicles,” Sam interjected. “It’s well above the industry standard, especially for high-performance motorcycles. Your advertisement department has made that clear enough.”
“We make proper education a priority when selling and marketing our products,” Dante answered. “Between a lack of safety training and cheap lines of credits, too many motorcycles fall
Dante cursed to himself internally. He wanted to think long and hard about an answer but it would look bad if he delayed a response. “He’s there to remind us that we can learn from our past mistakes. And to bring a sense of tradition to the company.”
“Yes, he’s quite the born again Christian, your uncle,” Sam replied. If Dante had tripped up with his answer, Maynard didn’t show it. “Then again, you seem quite capable of showing someone the true Black Hounds experience.”
“Yes, I’m quite familiar with it,” Trisha said, finishing her tea. They had held off ordering food until introductions were over. “Booze, chicken wings, and a round of darts. What else would a girl want than grub and games with a gentleman?”
Dante corrected her. “Pool, not darts.”
Trisha rolled her eyes. “That’s only because Lucia kicked your butt at darts when you were a kid and you’ve sworn off if ever since.”
“No, I mean the real Black Hounds experience,” Sam said with a devious smile. It was his turn to tease the CEO. “We have an ex-girlfriend of yours working as an intern for us. She went to high school with you. She spoke highly of the Black Hounds experience. Her name was Margaret-”
Dante slapped his head in embarrassment. “Oh, Maggie Sears!”
“What’s this?” Trisha said in mock anger. “What’s this about the real Black Hounds experience? Have you been holding out on me, Dante?!”
“She worked as a part time mechanic at her father’s repair shop,” he said in half seriousness. For good measure, he held up his hands like a boxer on the defense. “We dated after I brought my motorcycle for checkup before re-registering it. Turned out she wanted to be with me to ride my motorcycle. She even had the nerve to say it was a part of the repair process!”
Trisha folded her arms. “It must’ve been a damn fine bike for her to ignore you.”
Dante shot a look at Sam. “This is strictly off the record!”
Sam didn’t stop smiling. “It goes without saying.”
The trio ordered lunch and began the interview. Sam’s phone got quite a workout recording everything. On occasion, the conversation would drift to Trisha. “So you’re saying one of the reasons private farms like yours are becoming the rarity is because the danger inherent to the business?”
“It’s not firefighting or Alaskan king crab fishing but farming can be dangerous work,” she readily admitted, digging into the very same crab for her salsa entree. It was all on the company dollar. “I make sure to take all the necessary precautions. I have medical and trauma kits every fifty square feet. I’ve also done some medical classes. But the stats show that it can be pretty dangerous, especially if you’re careless. And trust me, things can go south quickly on a farm if you’re not on top of your game. It’s why a lot of the kids in my town went to the city to get white collar jobs.”
“It’s a lost art if you ask me,” Dante added. “There’s real value in owning a place, watching the fields grow, and sharing it with the world. Dangerous work? Riding motorcycles can be pretty dangerous too. It’s been a problem in the industry because a buying a motorcycle just isn’t on the radar of some people. They think it’s too dangerous and I can’t blame them. That last statement’s off the record!”
“But the Black Hounds have an outstanding safety record for their vehicles,” Sam interjected. “It’s well above the industry standard, especially for high-performance motorcycles. Your advertisement department has made that clear enough.”
“We make proper education a priority when selling and marketing our products,” Dante answered. “Between a lack of safety training and cheap lines of credits, too many motorcycles fall
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