The music throbbed through the floor like a second heartbeat. Thompson’s hand slid around Katherine’s waist as if it belonged there. At first, she stiffened in his grip, her eyes darting across the room to see where Jake was—trapped in conversation with some girl, expression unreadable but eyes watching.
“You’re so tense,” Thompson chuckled, his fingers pressing softly into her lower back. “Relax. I don’t bite… unless you beg me to.”
Katherine scoffed and tried to step back, but the press of bodies around them made escape impossible. “You’re disgusting,” she muttered.
“That didn’t stop you from marrying a gangster, did it?” he said smoothly, spinning her once. “I guess that’s your type—dangerous men with secrets.”
She narrowed her eyes at him, but the rhythm of the song changed, pullin
