Kat:
I yanked on Blaze’s arm, grinning like a maniac as I dragged his stubborn, brooding ass through the doors of the club.
The place was pure chaos—loud music, flashing lights, bodies packed wall to wall. It was sweaty, wild, and perfect. Exactly what I needed tonight. Between the mc clubs, moving, the accident, I just needed to have fun for a minute, to forget all the heavy s**t.
Blaze was less enthusiastic.
I glanced over my shoulder at him, seeing the slight wrinkle between his brows. His jaw tight. Protective instincts on high alert.
Poor guy.
He had no idea what he was in for tonight.
"Relax, biker boy," I teased, giving his hand a tug. "You're with me."
"That's what I'm worried about," Blaze grumbled, but his fingers tightened around mine anyway, letting me pull him deeper
