Eleanor
The music was so loud in the club. My friends, Stacy and Maya, dragged me straight onto the dance floor, squealing with excitement, and I let myself get carried along.
It felt good to laugh, to move, to forget for a second that I had a shadow lurking in the corner.
Except I didn’t forget. I never could.
Even without looking, I knew exactly where Gomez was. He was sitting at the edge of the lounge, broad shoulders squared, glass in hand, eyes trained on me like always.
He looked like a statue carved out of stone, but I knew better. There was heat under there. He tried too hard to hide from me, but I had seen him lose his cool.
I leaned closer to my friends so they could hear me over the beat. “See him? My bodyguard?”
I jerked my chin toward him. “He’s so damn hot it’s frustra
