Cruz:
The engine purred low beneath me as I pulled into the compound, gravel crunching under my tires like bones. The sun hadn’t even finished climbing, and I was already two cups of coffee in, my nerves chewing through the lining of my stomach. Sleep was a joke last night. Not when she looked at me like that. Like I was the storm and the calm. Like her whole damn world was wrapped up in mine.
I didn’t deserve it.
Especially not now.
I parked beside the row of bikes and killed the engine, exhaling as I swung a leg over and headed inside. The clubhouse still stank of last night’s whiskey and old leather. The guys were scattered—some playing pool, others nursing hangovers like badges of honor. The normal hum of bullshit chatter hung low in the air, but I kept my head down. Straight to th
