(Kane)
I pushed open the door to the Wolves’ house with my shoulders already tight, the memory of Danica holding the flowers still burning behind my eyes.
She hadn’t given them back. She had taken the bouquet, fingers brushing mine, and held it close to her chest while we talked. That small act felt like a crack in the ice I had spent years reinforcing. I was still replaying her quiet “thanks” and the way her expression softened when I mentioned Lila when Jax’s voice slammed into me from the living room.
“Captain’s home! And look who’s got that guilty look on his face.”
I froze in the entryway. Marcus was already leaning against the kitchen counter, arms crossed, grinning like he’d won the lottery. The rest of the guys slowly emerged — at least ten of them now — drawn by the tone in Ma
