When we finally rolled up to the clubhouse, the sun was much lower in the sky. Trina was sitting out front, smoking a cigarette and scrolling on her phone. She glanced up as we approached, her eyes narrowing slightly as she took in Talon’s expression.
“Where’d you two run off to? Everything okay?” she asked, her tone laced with concern.
“Yeah,” I answered for him, giving her a small smile. “We just needed some air.”
“Hm. Same,” she sighed as we stepped around her and headed inside.
The second we were in Talon’s apartment, I kicked my boots off and shrugged out of my cut, followed by my jeans. “God, I hate wearing pants,” I mumbled, attempting to keep the mood light. “Society and its stupid rules.”
Talon chuckled, the low, rumbling sound that I loved. He leaned against the doorframe, w
