Chapter 1: Blue and Silver

Logan pulled into the parking lot of a local watering hole. Looks like my kinda place, he thought as he eyed the rows of motorcycles and the large tractor trailers in the distance.

He parked his bike next to a blue and silver Suzuki GSX-R750. He whistled appreciatively at the hardware. Considered one of the 10 fastest bikes in the world, he figured the driver had a thing for speed.

May have to find the driver and give them props, he thought, taking a subtle sniff and getting a mixture of flowers and motor oil. Odd combo, he thought as he made his way into the bar.

Logan sighed as he entered the noisy bar. He hadn't been around people in the last few months and found the place to be just what the doctor ordered. At least until it was time for him to head to his partner's place.

Remy told him that the school where he taught French was looking for a shop teacher who could double as the PE instructor. Low on funds and in need of a steady gig, Logan knew he would take the job but had made his buddy work for it. He smirked at the thought as he walked over to the bar.

"Molson," he grumbled to the barkeep and got a nod in response. He took that opportunity to look around and get the lay of the land. Pool tables were on the right, with several games in progress. The dance floor, on the left of the bar featured a few couples slowly moving to the music a pair of musicians were picking out from the makeshift stage. Tables and chairs sat in the middle and he be darn, a karaoke machine sat right next to the stage.

"Hey Cass, give me a cold one wouldja," a feminine voice called out.

Logan turned slightly to get a glimpse from his peripheral vision. He picked up the faint scent of flowers and motor oil and knew she was the driver of the piece of art in the parking lot. He turned to get a good look at her. He was surprised to see a tall, voluptuous African American woman dressed from head to toe in silver leather. Her blue and silver helmet sat on the bar next to her. She smiled her thanks to the barkeep and tilted the frosty bottle against her lips.

Logan swallowed involuntarily as he watched her throat work to move the liquid from the bottle into her stomach. She closed her eyes in bliss and finished the beer in a matter of seconds, not coming up for a breath until she finished the whole thing.

Sitting the bottle down with a gentle thump, she signaled for another before turning her attention to him. He played it off by averting his eyes but could see her watching him with an amused look. She turned her eyes toward Cass when he sat the bottle before her and nodded her thanks. With a quick glance, she grabbed her beer in one hand and her helmet in another and headed toward the pool area.

When she walked past him, their eyes met and he was shocked to see the prettiest blue eyes he had ever seen. I wonder if they're real, he thought dropping eye contact after a few seconds. Normally he would hold it longer but there was something about this chick that unsettled him and he wasn't sure how he felt about it.

"You know, if you insist on staring, you could at least speak," she said in his ear, causing him to jump a bit, bumping her beer, causing it to fizz up. She quickly covered the nozzle with her mouth and took a swig. Lowering the bottle, she returned her attention to him, watching him expectantly.

"Logan," he replied, holding out his hand.

"Rory," she replied, taking his hand and shaking it a bit before releasing it, "I get the impression you're new around these parts."

"What gave it away?" he replied.

"The stares," she replied, before taking another drink from her bottle, "I'm guessing you don't see many tall black chicks with white hair and blue eyes."

"Nah, can't say that I've ever met one before."

"Well, then today is your lucky day. Enjoy the rest of your evening, Logan," she said with a nod before grabbing her helmet, "Hey Cass, give the newbie one on me." He looked over at her in surprise and she winked back at him. "Welcome to the neighborhood, newbie," she called out before heading toward the tables.

Interesting, he thought as Cass sat another Molson before him with a knowing smile. Nodding his thanks, Logan looked over at Rory who was holding court with the guys. He noticed they weren't eyeing her like she was the finest thing in the room, which she was. They were interacting with her like she was one of them.

"Yeah, surprising that a dame as beautiful and fine as Rory has them acting like she's one of the guys," Cass replied, looking over at the group right along with Logan, unknowingly reading Logan's thoughts.

"What's her deal?"

"Don't really know. Once a week, she comes, chats a little, plays a little pool, dances occasionally, drinks about two beers and then heads out, only to do it all over again the following week," Cass replied before moving down the bar to assist another patron.

Wow, he thought, taking another swig of his beer. I just might have to make this my watering hole, he thought, turning toward the pool tables and was startled when he looked right into Rory's face.

"You know, we have to stop meeting like this," she told him, setting her beer down and grabbing a napkin to mop up the spill.

"Sorry. Didn't see you," he grumbled.

"How could you not see me? You've been watching me all evening," she replied softly, teasing him. She whispered it, knowing that a statement like that spoken too loudly would leave Logan having to defend his fragile male ego.

"What can I say, I enjoy watching beautiful women," he flirted, surprising himself but enjoying it all the same.

"So you think I'm beautiful?" she asked coyly, looking over at him as she drunk from her bottle.

"Yeah. Wouldna said it if I didn't mean it."

"Oh, so you are the type to say what you mean and mean what you say?"

"Yeah, something like that."

"You know Logan, you seemed to be a pretty cool guy."

'That's high compliments coming from a pretty cool," he paused with a smirk, watching her eyebrow arch, waiting for his reply, "woman."

She chuckled softly. "Cleaned that one up very nicely, Mr. Logan," she replied, glancing down at her watch, realizing it was near that time. He has a nice smile, she thought, finishing off her beer.

"Gotta a man waitin' fer ya at home?" he asked, enjoying the company and flirtatious banter.

She smiled. "Dear, dear Logan," she began, sliding off her stool and standing next to him. She leaned in close. "If I had a man, he would be right here beside me," she whispered in his ear, "Good night, Handsome." She pulled back and walked away, throwing a wink over her shoulder before she headed out the door and into the night.

"Damn," he said before getting to his feet and heading toward the door. He looked out and watched as Rory took off down the road and was out of sight in seconds. Her last statement just guaranteed that that he would be back. He was intrigued by the woman and thought she felt the same way.

"One more for the road, Cass," Logan called out as he took his seat again at the bar, thinking about the beautiful Rory.