From across the bar his jade eyes pierce my soul deeper than the scotch burns my throat. My heart knew him, but I did not. I throw back another shot. His eyes danced as if he knew every inch of me.
Fresh air calls my name, my nerves call a smoke. He follows, lites me up, takes my hand and I follow. He stops next to a granite black bike. It rumbles to life and with noons hot sun beaming over us w...
