Cade:
The bass hit before we even walked through the doors—deep, heavy, shaking the ground under our feet. Lights strobed in sharp colors across the packed floor, bodies moving in a blur of sweat and glitter.
Not my kind of place. Never had been. But Riley…
She fit here. Too well.
She walked ahead of us, the sway of her hips pulling my gaze like a magnet. The red of her heels flashed every step, her black dress hugging her curves like it was made for this room, this heat, this noise. Every guy we passed turned to look at her. I wanted to break every one of their necks.
Logan guided Hannah through the crowd toward a booth tucked against the wall. I followed, forcing myself to sit, to act like the music wasn’t rattling the restraint I was holding by a thread.
Riley slid in on the end a
