Saint:
I leaned back, taking in the scene around me. The bar was alive with laughter, music, and the kind of energy that only came from a room full of people who knew how to have a damn good time. My brothers were scattered around, drinks in hand, sharing stories, and raising hell in the best way. It was exactly how a Saturday night at the club should be.
My eyes found Shay at the bar, sitting with Kat, both of them nursing a beer and deep in conversation. She looked good—comfortable, happy. Like she belonged here. That thought settled deep in my chest, right where she’d been carving out space for herself without even trying.
I pushed off the wall and walked over, dropping onto the stool beside her. She glanced up at me with that easy smile that always made something tighten low in
