Chapter Thirty-Five
Blade’s POV
The door swung open almost immediately.
Skyler stood on the other side. Without the heavy denim and leather of her club gear, she looked different—softer, but her eyes were just as sharp as ever. She looked me up and down, her gaze lingering on the clean black button-down shirt that hugged my shoulders tightly. A small, almost invisible twitch passed through her jaw before she stepped back to let me in.
“You’re on time,” she said quietly, her voice low so it wouldn't carry into the next room. “My mother likes that.”
“I try not to keep the first lady waiting,” I replied, my voice a deep rumble as I stepped over the threshold.
The inside of the Callahan home did not look like a biker clubhouse. It was filled with expensive leather furniture, dark wood, a
