Thompson was sitting on his bed when his mind drifted to Katherine. The memory of them dancing replayed in his head—the way she moved, how it felt to hold her close. A low chuckle escaped his lips, and before he realized it, he was smiling like a fool.
Across the room, two of the Headless Angels’ best fighters, Chunks and Karl, exchanged a look.
“Is… is Thompson blushing?” Chunks asked, squinting at him.
Karl turned to look and blinked in disbelief. “Oh my God. Boss?”
Thompson snapped out of his trance, jumping slightly on the bed at the sound of Karl’s voice. “What? What happened?” he asked, quickly scanning the room as if expecting an ambush.
“You’re smiling, boss,” Karl pointed out, one eyebrow raised.
Thompson froze for a moment, then scoffed and looked away. “No, I’m not. I don’
