Blaze:
The bass thumped like a second heartbeat, but I wasn’t listening to the music.
I was watching her.
Kat.
Dancing like the world didn’t own her anymore. Laughing without that shadow behind her eyes. Hair wild, cheeks flushed, a drink in her hand and fire in her veins. She was spinning with Shay, throwing her arms up, twirling in those ripped jeans and that barely-there black tank that had already gotten her three offers from guys who clearly didn’t know who the hell she belonged to.
My beautiful disaster.
Mine.
I leaned back against the bar, arms crossed, sipping my whiskey and ignoring Mac’s smartass comments beside me. I didn’t need conversation. Not tonight. I was too damn distracted by the sway of her hips, the glow on her skin, the way she looked so damn free.
She caught
