Leah POV
“We’re going to a salsa club?” I ask Silas a little surprised.
“Gabe said you always wanted to go?” He asks me, and I can hear some doubt in his voice.
I squeeze his hand as I look at the glass doors leading into the Latin club. “I have. I have no idea how Gabe even knows that though. I don’t feel like I ever told him.”
Silas laughs at that, “Gabe says you told them one night when you were drunk. Apparently you convinced him and Brett to go with you at 4 am. You actually tried to leave the Pack House, but Gabe’s dad woke up and stopped y’all.”
“Oh my goodness, I totally forgot about that. I’m surprised he remembered. Gabe was as trashed as I was. And it was almost 5 years ago.” That night was only a few months after my dad died. We were all still reeling and just trying to
