Point of No Return
Mike knew as soon as he rode up on the bar his week was not going to get any better than it had been. He pulled up and parked his bike and looked across the parking lot and cursed under his breath at the Dodge Charger sitting on the lot. Melissa was a thorn in his side. Yea he could go to any bar in town, but he knew almost all the regulars here, and this bar was a major biker hang out. And of course, a hang out for biker mistresses. Walking in he headed to the darker corner of the bar and ordered his drink praying Melissa had not seen him. But his luck sucked this week. “What the hell Mike you would think you were avoiding me by coming in and not …