The parking lot was filled with Harleys. Lucas counted thirty-five. He could feel his pulse racing like it did every time he was about to do a stunt. There was always the slightest of fears that this time he wasn’t going to pull it off. This time something was going to go wrong, but he always made it, and he had to believe that this time wouldn’t be any different.
He got off the bike and helped Maxine off. She looked lovely with her hair down and those old jeans, kind of like the girl he had once known and not the cold agent she was today. In fact, the only time he’d felt any real heat from her had been in that hotel room last night before he jumped off the balcony. She looked great, but she also looked very Hispanic far more than he did. He could probably pass but she wouldn’t. He was a
