Free Bad Boys of Romance - a Biker Anthology by Kasey Millstead, Rebecca Brooke, Vicki Green, Abigail Lee, Shantel Tessier, Nina Levine, Morgan Jane Mitchell, Casey Peeler, Dee Avila

room, making it hard to focus on any one thing.
    “We start with beer.” She handed me a bottle and clanked hers against mine. “Cheers to your freedom.”
    “Cheers.” I smiled.
    I managed to take three drinks before I couldn't fake the awfulness that was filling my mouth. I gagged as I took the next swig.
    “What's wrong?” She looked at me. “You don't like it?”
    “It's just not what I imagined it would taste like.” I shook my head. “I thought it would be fruity or at least taste like pop. This is nasty.”
    “You're such a girl.” She tipped her bottle back until the last drop was gone. “Let's go get you a fruity drink.”
    We made our way through three bars before I felt the full effect of the alcohol. As promised, I was provided with three yummy, fruity drinks and now I was feeling every bit of them. Everything Hannah said was somehow hilarious, and my laughing couldn't be controlled.
    “Okay, woman.” She stood up from our table and helped me up. “We need to slow down, or we'll be back home before Saturday Night Live even comes on.”
“Oh good.” I laughed. “Miley Cyrus is hosting tonight.”
    “Nope.” She shook her head. “It's time to dance.”
    The club we were in now centered around a large dance floor that was already filled with college students having a great time. We made our way to the middle and started moving to the beat. I found myself flowing easily with the music. I stopped suddenly when a thought crossed my mind.
    “What?” Hannah shouted over the music.
    “Do I look stupid dancing? Because those drinks you bought me have me convinced that I look awesome.”
    “That's because you do look awesome. You're hot.” She swatted at my behind. “Now, keep moving.”
    Hannah tossed her long, brown hair behind her shoulders and kept moving to the beat. She looked graceful and sexy, and I prayed I looked the same. She was beautiful, no question there. With her dark green eyes and olive toned skin, it wasn't long before a guy who looked like he belonged in a fitness competition pulled her next to him to dance.
    When the song switched to a slower beat and they continued moving, I decided to make my way back to our table and order a water. My head was starting to clear a little but the dancing had made me hot, and I wanted to cool down. I sat and watched the people around me. People watching was one of my favorite pastimes. I loved to come up with life stories for those who passed by.
    Sitting at this table alone reminded me of the last time I went to a bar with him. We had sat a table similar to this. No talking, no touching—just him drinking his one drink, and me watching everyone else around me. I had watched that night, looking for someone who he could date. Someone who could take my place and maybe make him happy. That was the night I realized I needed to get out. When you sit and hope that your boyfriend will cheat on you just so you have a reason to leave, well, that pretty much screams the relationship was over. What a sad, odd relationship ours had turned into.
    “Is this seat taken?” a voice interrupted my thoughts.
    I looked up to see a cute cowboy staring down at me.
    “Um, yeah.” I really wasn't interested in meeting anyone. “My friend is just out dancing.”
    “Okay, well I'm standing right over there if you get lonely.”
    “I'll keep that in mind.” I smiled and turned my attention back to the dance floor.
    Texas men were so nice. Even when you turned them down, they were still polite. Don't get me wrong, if they drank enough, they were wild and liked to fight. But for the most part the southern charm was what would always make me stay in Texas.
    Hannah waved at me from the dance floor, and I smiled back. We never went out together, and I was glad she was having fun. Standing up from my seat, I began to make my way to the bathroom. Moving through the crowd of people, I walked to the back of the club. Before I pushed open the bathroom door, I saw