Page 40 of Desperate Justice

“Hey, you guys on those bikes?” The kid pointed to the motorcycles nearby.

Keith nodded.

“Cool. I thought so.” The kid glanced around and lowered his voice. “Know where I can score some good weed?”

Allison nearly spit out her sip of water.

Sam and Rafe exchanged amused looks. Sam stood, hitching up his jeans.

“No, but if you do find some, let me know.”

He pulled out his US Marshals badge.

The kid turned whiter than Diana’s wedding gown. “Um, ah...”

“I’d like to know as well,” Rafe said, showing his FBI identification.

“Sorry, I was joking man, just kidding.”

They laughed as the teenager ran off as if the hounds of hell were pursuing him.

“If you’ll excuse me, I think my outlaw wife and I will find some grass for Comet before we hit the road.”

“Grass, not weed,” Debbie chimed in. “Make sure he poops, too.”

Keith winked. “The way she’s demanding of me is criminal.”

Rafe laughed and watched them head out. Sam stood up and nodded at Allison. “Think I’ll stretch my legs as well.”

Allison took the seat Sam vacated. The spicy scent of Rafe’s cologne scented the air like an aphrodisiac. Why was she such a sucker for guys with a faint hint of cologne, scruffy day beard and tangled, dark hair that looked like he’d recently climbed out of a bed?

“That kid... Unreal.” She shook her head.

“Biker stereotypes.” Rafe rolled his eyes. “I can’t tell you how many times on the road someone thinks I’m a bad boy because I ride a bike and wear leather, or how many drooling women cling to me like barnacles. And here I am, single, my only company a stuffed bear sitting on my lonely bed.”

Allison had to laugh at the image. “Maybe you should have taken the teddy to breakfast and that kid wouldn’t have asked you about drugs.”

Rafe grinned. “Didn’t want to ruin my image of the sexy, bad biker.”

She gestured to his glass. “You already did, rough rider, with the chocolate milk. Milk isn’t exactly sexy.”

His grin widened. “That’s what you think.”

He sipped, leaving a slim milk mustache. About to point it out, Allison watched as he slowly licked the liquid off his upper lip. The deliberate gesture was teasing and provocative.

Still, she found herself more turned on than irritated.

Pretending otherwise, Allison took a big gulp of water. She glanced around, desperate for a diversion. Maybe the weather.

“Think we’ll run into rain?”

Rafe wiped his mouth with a paper napkin. “I bother you, Allison. I can tell.”

“Of course not,” she lied.

“Liar,” he said softly. “Your pulse kicked up, you’re sweating a little and you keep avoiding my eyes.”

She blushed. Lordy, she’d been chilled before but now her body felt like a furnace. At a loss for words, she shrugged. Suddenly her water bottle seemed fascinating. The way they’d stamped the logo on the label...