CHAPTER SIX
Going to Risqué shouldn’t make her apprehensive, so why was she so edgy? A sharp tapping on her apartment door beckoned her, but when she opened it, there was no one there. Stepping outside to seek out the source of the knocking, she saw Blaser at the top of the stairs.
“Come on,” he said, sliding both hands down the metal railings on either side of the stairs. “Chop, chop.”
Reaching into the apartment, she snagged her purse then locked the door as quickly as she could. “So much for fixing the window,” she said, running down the stairs behind him toward the idling truck still blaring its headlights.
Driving highlighted how desperate he was to get back to the club.
“I’ll do it another time,” Blaser said. “I don’t like to be away from the club.”
“I can tell,” she said. Hopp
