They say all good things come to an end. I didn’t want to believe that. I wanted to believe that what we had was special.

Mr. Cook rode off on his bike, leaving a crater in my heart. A hole so big that I knew nobody else would ever be able to fill it. I missed the lifestyle and the gang, but most of all I missed him. Sadly, his many years as a Rebel gave him the ability to completely disappear on a moment’s notice.

I couldn’t afford to cry forever though. Using my experience as a biker girl, I managed to land a job at the local biker shop. If I was lucky, maybe Mr. Cook would even come out of the shadows and re-ignite the fire that once burned so hot between us.