I touched up my lipstick and checked my reflection one last time, my dark hair flowing over my shoulders. A hint of excitement fluttered in my chest as I prepared to leave for the Velvet Club. Skip, ever the worrier, handed me a small canister of pepper spray.
"Be careful, Alisha," he warned, his eyes filled with concern. "People are out there ready to take advantage of you."
"Thanks, Skip," I murmured, slipping the canister into my purse. His protectiveness warmed me, but I knew I could handle myself.
The Velvet Club was dimly lit and pulsing with energy. My heart raced with anticipation as I scanned the room. And then, I saw him - Lucas. He stood at the bar, his broad shoulders framed by a tailored suit that accentuated his sharp jawline. His piercing blue eyes met mine, and it felt l
