Flame showed no signs of wanting sex upon waking. Instead she was anxious to get back on the road. Since her visit to the sisterhood, her aura had changed and he couldn’t discern how, only that she seemed more confident and even more naturally seductive. He wondered exactly what had taken place. Does she have another man in the wings? He fought off the petulant mood seeking to settle over him. During their rest stop on the last leg to LA, they sat in the back booth of a small all night diner. Two waitresses were running the midnight shift. Other than a couple drifters, he and Flame had the place to themselves. “Nice jacket,” a server said upon approach, then glanced at Flame’s daggers before eying her skeptically as she took their order. “Word on the biker loop is that a woman with unusual daggers fought off three men to protect a perfect stranger.” “Really...” Flame remarked with no emotion. “They say she’s pretty badass and wears a jacket like yours,” the woman added.
