KAT
I have made a lot of bad decisions in my life.
Jumping onto the back of a biker’s motorcycle?
Yeah, that was right up there with the worst of them.
But here I was, in all my glory, standing in the parking lot of Tony’s Bar, the rumble of Blaze’s bike vibrating through the night air, a devilish smirk on his face as he held out a helmet for me.
“Getting cold feet?” he teased.
I scoffed, snatching the helmet from his tatted hands. “You wish.”
I slid it on, the fit snug but comfortable, and pulled my wild red curls out from beneath it. The night was cool, the scent of gasoline and leather thick around us, haning in the air. I should have just said no. I should have walked back inside, poured herself another drink, and ignored the way Blaze made my stomach flip. I should have c
