Chapter 21
I wouldn’t say that we had a routine, but this wasn’t the first time we’d been to a club where I’d inevitably end up singing. This time, though, I was well aware that the attraction I felt wasn’t one-sided. It made me bold enough to step up on the stage with a bounce that I hadn’t felt in far too long. The man I wanted, the Wolf who had filled my daydreams, the person who made me feel like I deserved more out of life—he was watching me with a mix of approval and interest. It was a powerful feeling.
When the band beckoned me up, I stood like I normally would, but this time I bent down and brushed my lips over Alamo’s. Then, satisfied that he was watching, I sashayed across the bar and held up my hand to the singer.
With a quirk of the lips, he took my hand and I stepped up. As
