Blaze:
The buzzer buzzed again. Too damn loud. Too damn out of place.
I walked toward it slowly, my muscles stiff, my chest tight. No one knew where the f**k I lived. Not even the club. Only Saint. Hell, I forgot I even had a buzzer.
I pressed the button, voice rough. “Who is this?”
A beat of silence. Then: “Hello, Mr. Santori. It’s your lawyer, Mr. Ellis. I have something for you.”
I froze.
Something.
Not papers. Not news.
Something.
I recognized his voice, unmistakably smug, polite, professional. I hit the buzzer and unlocked the front door without a word, my thumb lingering too long on the button.
Footsteps padded behind me. Kat. Her hair was tousled from lying on the nursery floor. Her eyes were heavy with the kind of exhaustion that only comes after pouring your soul into s
