Page 18 of Tack’s Bounty

“In the metal building there by the barn,” she pointed toward the building to the left of the barn where the driveway stopped. “Wanna see them?”

“Hell yes!”

“Let me get the key, and I’ll meet you there,” Sophia instructed.

Tack waited as Sophia unlocked and opened the door, flicking the lights on.

The building was at least thirty feet deep and the same width Tack estimated a three-car garage would be, but instead of cars, it was filled with motorcycle memorabilia, pictures, and if Tack’s count was right, sixteen motorcycles.

“Wow!” Tack exclaimed.

Sophia walked over to the closest one, laying her hand on the seat. “Dad took me out on this after I graduated as a vet. He didn’t start collecting motorcycles and riding until after I was out of high school. I came home from college for Christmas my freshman year, and he’d bought a motorcycle. He and my mom loved riding.”

Tack’s heart ached for Sophia’s loss. “I bet he was so proud you were following in his footsteps,” Tack added warmly, slipping his arm around her shoulders. She leaned her head against him.

“He was. Mom was thrilled I was going to take over the practice because it had consumed their life. He’d allow one family vacation a year, but she always wanted to travel more,” Sophia offered softly.

Tack followed as Sophia walked over to the wall of pictures above a workbench.

“I don’t know if she planned their vacations to occur on the back of a motorcycle, but they did.”

Tack stared at one of the pictures with two couples in it. He recognized one of the couples. “Which ones are your mom and dad?” he asked.

“There,” she pointed.

He turned to Sophia, smiling. “Your dad was Woody?”

“I’ve never heard him called that, but that’s my dad,” she confirmed.

“I met your mom and dad at Sturgis once. Woody and Babs—they wanted to eat at one of the restaurants, but the wait was two hours. We had room at our table and invited them to join. They were funny and so in love. No one in our club had an Ol’ Lady back then,” Tack revealed.

“My mom’s name was Barbara, but maybe they decided they needed road names for their adventures,” Sophia mused.

It was a small world. Tack wished he would have had a chance to spend more time with them and that Sophia had more time with them too.

“Maybe on Sunday, after we’ve all recovered from the adoption event, you and I can take a bike ride and get some dinner,” Tack suggested.

Sophia grinned, her nose crinkling, “Are you asking me on a date?”

His hard-on had barely lessened, but she looked so adorable. If he was going to get through the next two days without having her underneath him, then he had to know how she tasted.

“Yes,” he reassured her, sliding a hand around her neck to pull her close, his lips claiming hers. The first touch of her mouth against his, her sweet scent tinged faintly with antiseptic, and her plush figure barely touching his had him sliding a hand down to her waist and tugging her close.

Her ragged moan when he released her lips to kiss and caress along her jawline was music to his ears.

“Woah, sorry. I thought you were getting the okay for the tractor,” Stinger called, his voice filled with glee, not freaking remorse.

Sophia jerked at his voice.

“Ignore him. Babe, you are so sexy and go to my head faster than liquor. I think I’ll be needing more of those to make it through the next two days.”

The joy he felt at the smile spreading across her face surprised him. She was it for him, but he hadn’t realized how much making her happy would give him something too.

“I think I can take care of that,” Sophia announced, winking.

“Hey, whose motorcycles are these?” Stinger asked, looking around the building in awe.

“Not yours,” Sophia sassed, making Tack chuckle.