Holly couldn’t help but notice how Kyle’s eyes had strayed to the low neckline of her shirt. Not that she minded, not really. The look was appreciative, like he was wondering something, not leering and possessive. Like he knew he could touch any time he wanted, with or without her permission.
That was one of several things she liked about hanging around the Souls. She never had to worry about the brothers. They might get rowdy and a little handsy when they were drinking and partying but never once had she been forced into anything she didn’t want.
Memories of what her life had been before she’d been picked up by the Souls was still fresh in her mind. There was no way she wanted to go back to that, but in the months she’d been here, Holly had never gotten the feeling they would do that to
