"Yes, of course. Why not? We can catch up more." I smiled, not addressing the awkwardness of the other men around me.
Blake offered his hand. I took it. Just as he had run his fingers down the back of my blouse before, his hand was warm when I thought his touch would be cold. He led me towards the door. Soon, the bar will be behind me.
The number of farewells given seemed like a gathering force of salutes in a marching procession of several of us towards the bar’s front door. I just kept my gaze on my goal – that very door and out of this bar as quickly as my feet could carry me.
Once outside, I was confronted by the line of leaning bikes. Several other men were already cranking on the engines of everything from Harley-Davidsons and even Ducatis. The bike's array of models linked eac
