Biker Chicks: An Anthology Of Hot MC Romance - Plot & Excerpts
I tossed my wrench into my battered red toolbox and stood back to admire the finished product. Bare steel and black leather made up the first motorcycle I’d ever built from parts. The thing desperately needed a paint job, but I’d leave that to my dad. “It looks great, Angelfish.” Speaking of the old man, he stumped outside with a lopsided grin. The rubber end of his steel cane thumped on the concrete. “Is she ready for a test drive?” “Yep. Gas tank is even full.” I held up the key for him. His grin softened into a genuine smile as he put a big, grease-stained hand on my shoulder. “I think you ought to take her out. It’s your day off, and she’s yours and all.” “Huh?” I blinked and furrowed my brow. “I built it for you.” “I know. And that was a sweet thing for you to do, but I don’t need one near as bad as you do. No daughter of mine is going to reach twenty-one without having her own bike.” “But—” “No buts.” Dad squeezed my shoulder. “I stopped riding after my accident on purpose.
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