Leah stumbled her way back toward the dance floor, still heated from the encounter, muttering a curse.
The music pulsed louder on the dance floor, heat and lights blending into a blur.
She wasn’t drunk enough…not enough to forget the look in Roland’s eyes. Not enough to ignore the heat pooling in her belly after he caught her like that.
Gods, why did he always get under her skin?
She just needed to drink and dance. To forget the strength in his arms, the way he held her like she was something fragile and precious and dangerous all at once.
And she did.
Leah let the music take her, letting go of everything—Roland’s maddening gaze, her confusing emotions, the pull between fury and… something deeper.
Her waist moved in time with the beat, her arms swaying above her head as the rhythm
