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This is a work of fiction. Any names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons--living or dead--is entirely coincidental.
     
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    Her Bad Boy Biker
     
    The Texan summer heat was dry, temperate and soothing. ATF officer Abbey Channing leaned on her car with her head back while her gas tank filled up. Her eyes were closed and her hair fluttered to the wind's touch. She was off-duty today, free to enjoy the sun's kiss and get out of the cramped and noisy office.
     
    The roar of motorcycles interrupted her peace and she lowered her head in irritation. Oh, you people again, she thought. Five bikers had pulled into the gas station's parking lot. Dressed in black, the emblazoned highway logo on their jackets with two golden bars running down the middle told her all she needed to know. Black Asphalt Motorcycle Club .
     
    One of the bikers threw off his helmet with a flourish and revealed a gleaming bald head with a thick black beard. A younger rider with fiery red hair called out to him. “Hey Rick, get me some Coke man! And some Doritos too!”
     
    The bald one looked over his shoulder and growled. “Get it yourself, shit head.” The man walked into the station and slammed the door. Members of the Black Asphalt MC were known to be troublemakers. They seemed to make it a personal mission to get tossed out of bars, get banned from stripclubs and cut off other drivers on the highway.
     
    While it wasn't a crime to be an asshole, it was a crime to cook crystal meth with intent to sell. The MPD had always suspected that Black Asphalt was a major distribution powerhouse, on par with the Mexican cartels. Being so far from the border, they were in a unique position to have the region to themselves.
     
    But investigations never led anywhere. They were as clean as a pair of Sunday whites. Abbey didn't care what the evidence said. She had instincts. Her eyes fell on another biker who was slow to kick his bike sidestand out and take off his helmet.
     
    The man was not slow out of dullness. It was the kind of deliberate pause that spoke of confidence, a man not in any hurry because he knew everyone would wait for him--the king of his pride. When the helmet came off, Abbey's eyes widened and she gasped.
     
    Micah Thomas.
     
    He never looked that good in the mug shots. His strong jawline was accentuated with a bit of stubble and his skin glowed in the afternoon sun. Photos did not do him justice. Abbey had taken her shades off without realizing it, her eyes desperate to reconcile the man she'd only seen in police briefings and the radiant lion before her now.
     
    She thought her heart might stop when his head turned and his eyes, light as fire and clear as diamonds, stared into her own. It was like the sun itself burst in her chest and when he looked away, she felt a hunger. She thought of her duties to the department, of all the things Micah's club was suspected of doing and then the tingles just one glance gave her.
     
    She would just say 'hello'. That wasn't illegal. Before she could muster up her courage however, Micah already had.
     
    Her ears picked up on the heavy sound of his boots landing on the hot pavement. The man loomed like a black shadow in the corner of her vision, an ever expanding blotch of darkness against the glare of the sun. When he stopped, she tried not to acknowledge him. No glance, no awkward cough. Maybe he's not looking at me, maybe he's getting a better look at the gas prices.
     
    “Nice day to be drivin' with the top down.” he said and she looked at him at last. His gloved hand was pointing at her