LEXIE
The late afternoon sun was starting to fade when I walked back from the drug store. My feet ached from standing all day, but my mind felt clearer than it had in weeks.
I was getting used to this routine, the short walk back to the bar, the familiar smell of leather and engine oil in the air.
As I turned the corner toward the Reaper’s Den, I noticed more bikes than usual parked out front. Loud voices and laughter spilled out from inside, something felt different.
I pushed open the door and stepped into the crowded bar. The place was busier than normal for a weekday evening, a group of club members were gathered near the pool tables, and in the middle of them stood a woman I hadn’t seen before.
She was tall and striking, with long dark hair that fell in waves down her back and sh
