CHAPTER EIGHT
“So you just left her there?”
Ruger had been at Risqué for almost half an hour. That was the first chance Blaser had to come talk to him. The club was busy and while that was good for his brother, it meant waiting for attention. Usually he would come to visit the club after he got back in town, but he’d wait until the wee hours when Blaser was closing up shop.
Waiting until later hadn’t been an option. If he had stayed at his parents’ house until Risqué was closed, his mom would have stayed up to quiz him about the new woman in his life. He could have handled his mother’s interrogation. What he couldn’t handle anymore was being in close proximity to the legs that had teased him throughout their long drive from Miami.
“What else was I supposed to do?” Ruger asked, swirling
