Blaze:
By the time I pulled into the garage, Kat was out cold.
The engine rumbled low, then died. Silence filled the truck, but not in my chest. There, it was chaos. A mess of pounding heartbeats, burning throat, and something I didn’t want to name, because it would undo me.
She didn’t even flinch when I opened her door, just slumped there, lips parted, hair wild around her face.
Goddamn, she looked so beautiful it hurt.
I reached in and scooped her up into my arms, holding her tight against my chest. She instinctively curled into me, a soft sigh leaving her lips, trusting me even now — half unconscious, bruised, battered, and still my Kat.
My throat tightened like a f*****g noose as I carried her up to the apartment. The elevator ride felt endless. I stood there, holding her, feelin
