WRECKED: CHOSEN FEW MC - BOOK TWO: OUTLAW BIKER/ALPHA ROMANCE Read Free

though she tends to get greasy hanging around the garage, somehow she still manages to look like a princess.”
    “She said you are going to let her rebuild a carburetor.”
    “After she does her homework.”
    “I hear you are a taskmaster.”
    Greg smiled. “I’m not the one who scheduled the upcoming math test. My job is to see that she is prepared to do whatever is required of her, Miss Wilford. Any job worth doing is worth doing well—doing it the right way. And yes, she is going to rebuild a carb. It is a practical exam. Before I showed her how to rebuild a carburetor, before she got to assist me with one, I insisted she learn the theory of carb design in combustion. She knows it cold and that will let her work through any problems she encounters. Now, if you give her half a chance, she’ll talk your ear off about jets and the Venturi effect. Actually, it’s a great lesson in practical fluid dynamics.”
    “I see. Well I doubt I’d understand any of it myself, and to be honest I don’t see where I’d wedge that into the sixth grade curriculum.”
    “Well, you might want to explore doing that. It makes learning fun.”
    “I’ll pass that along to the school board, but it sounds too practical for their lofty goals.”
    “Okay, I tried.” He glanced at Carly. “I guess I better get her to the office now.”
    “I want to thank you for introducing yourself, Mr. Jones, and providing me with written permission. It saves a lot of concern. Besides, meeting you helps me understand Carly and her situation better.”
    She saw a twinkle sneak into his eyes. “Well, I’m delighted to meet you. Anyone Carly approves of is okay in my book.”
    The idea that Carly approved of her warmed her. She didn’t pander to the kids and some of them thought she was tough. It was nice to hear that some appreciated her, even if they’d never say it her face.
    As she watched him walked back to the bike, where Carly sat waiting, Melanie automatically glanced around the yard. Brian stood by the classroom door, staring at the front gate as if he was expecting something to happen. He was one of the students who walked home. Normally he walked by himself, leaving right after the bell, but he was hesitating, making her wonder what he was waiting for.
    “Can we go now?” Carly asked her uncle.
    “You bet, let’s to get greasy,” he said.
    “You’re already greasy,” the girl laughed. “Greasy Wrench Jones.”
    “And his lovely Princess Grease.”
    With Carly wrapping her thin arms around Greg Jones’ waist, he used his body weight to kick start the engine. The throaty roar of the motor rasped, a harsh sound of the bike coming alive. Carly gave Melanie a wave, then hugged her uncle’s waist again. The bike moved smoothly out of the parking lot and they slipped out onto the road.
    A twinge made Melanie aware that she was a bit jealous of the warm and obviously supportive relationship between the two. That didn’t seem right—it went against reason, that this smart and balanced little girl adored her uncle who was a biker. He probably had a criminal record and yet Greg Jones surprised her by coming across as a totally reasonable man. And as she relaxed, she realized that she thought him a sexy man. Was it his mystery? He wasn’t afraid to walk a bit on the dark side, maybe a lot on the dark side. She’d seen a scar through the open neck of his work shirt that suggested he didn’t take an easy path through life. Was she becoming a romantic? It seemed that those things made him even more intriguing.
    Naturally some of the attraction could be written off to the idea that he lived by some code she didn’t understand. Melanie had lived by the rules of the mainstream world her entire life. To be a teacher, to be respected, you abided by the rules. Even if you didn’t think they were reasonable, the fear of punishment had always been a deterrent for her. And here was a man that didn’t necessarily feel that way at