Bull

His name was Kane and he was everything my wife and I had hoped he would be. He was a bull. I knew we had made the right choice as we sat in the hotel bar sipping on wine as we waited for him. When he roared up on his vintage Harley and parked directly across from our table, we could already see through the window he was dangerous. Everything about him oozed dominance right down to the suicide shift on the old bike. Neither of us could tear our eyes away from him as he walked by the window. With short dark hair that lay close to his head and piercing blue eyes, Jennifer cast me a glance that told we had chosen wisely.

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Casey Holt

Casey Holt

Casey Holt — Writer. Photographer. Born wanderer with a gypsy soul.