The Biker's Protection - Book 3 (Motorcycle Club Romance) (Ghosts of the Prairie Motorcycle Club)
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“I’m not going anywhere.”
Foley wrapped his arm around her. “You better not!”
They all laughed.
Savannah had to wait and conferred with the doctors. They were a little concerned with her emotional state. They were concerned even more when the full reality of the situation hit her. Savannah chalked up her relative inner peace to Foley. He was her comfort and her rock. She assured the doctors she had plenty of support. On hospital orders, Savannah was wheeled to the lobby. The nurse was kind enough to wait with her until Foley showed.
Savannah thought she would fall out of the wheelchair when she saw a biker pull in from the road to the patient drop off, riding what almost looked like a motorcycle attached to a wheeled bullet. It was the strangest contraption she had ever seen. She recognized the rider. Her handsome, wonderful biker.
Her knight in shining leather.
She was warmed from the inside out that she saw sitting in the sidecar of his motorcycle her beloved dog Beau being such a trooper riding in the vehicle.
Savannah did not think she could feel more love than at that moment. She was brimming full of emotions for her man and her pet. She didn’t wait for the nurse to wheel her outside. She ditched the chair and scurried to the bike. Foley released Beau’s seatbelt, and the dog bounded toward her. Savannah dropped, and let the big dog head butt up against her shoulder as she hugged him. The world would have thought that she had been gone an entire week the way her dog greeted her.
Foley extended his arm for her to grab hold of as he helped her to his feet. They never took their eyes off of one another. She raked her fingers through his luscious hair, guiding his head towards hers to kiss him. Beau was silly, brushing his large body up against her legs as Foley and Savannah made out. Finally, he broke the kiss.
“I love you, baby.”
“I love you, too.”
“Let’s go home,” she whispered finally.
“We can go to your place but this guy kind of likes it at mine. Would you like to come over?” he asked.
“I would love that,” she said. “Thank you,” she said. “For everything.”
The three of them loaded up on the bike with the sidecar and went to Foley’s place. Savannah couldn’t stop smiling. She couldn’t be happier.
The End.
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