There she went again!

I gunned my motorcycle and sped toward the cloud of dust. These badlands were wide and empty, a great place to test the bike engines I rebuilt for a living. But for the past week this vixen on a dirt bike had been buzzing me like a mosquito.

She never came near enough to let me get a good look, but I had the impression of a taut young body. And she sure as hell knew how to ride. Right now, ahead of me, she was zigzagging through the low rock formations like she born to it. She wore a bright blue sweatshirt and black jeans.

Dust speckled the visor of my helmet. The desert sun beat down. My bike growled mightily underneath me. Engines I worked on always had that extra punch.

Even so, the girl turned around on her seat and raised her middle finger insolently toward me. Then... Read More