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‘Mr. Brightside’ by the Killers.
Wolf brings the microphone close to his mouth as his gaze locks on someone.
I glance around and realize that he’s staring at Fallyn.
Even in the darkness of the bar, it would be impossible not to notice the way her face turns ashen. Her gaze stays locked on him. It’s like she’s powerless to look away.
His voice is deep and raspy.
It sends a chill skating down my spine.
I asked Fallyn weeks earlier if she knew Wolf and she claimed not to. The way his attention stays locked on her says otherwise.
“I don’t know what’s going on here, but it’s seriously hot,” Juliette says.
I rip my gaze away from Wolf and glance at her before nodding in agreement. It feels like I need to be hosed off.
Or better yet, find my man to take care of business.
Actually, that’s exactly what I’m going to do.
Once the final notes fade, I turn to Fallyn, prepared to demand answers only to find that she’s disappeared. Wolf stares at the exit at the back of the bar as applause and whistles for an encore ring throughout the space.
A frown mars his expression as he leaps gracefully from the stage and cuts his way through the mass of bodies. He doesn’t bother to acknowledge the girls who shout his name, attempting to wave him down.
Juliette and I say goodbye to Britt, who goes in search of Fallyn before grabbing our drinks and heading to the table. As soon as I set the beverages down, Ford pulls me back onto his lap.
“You about ready to head out?” he asks, his warm breath tickling the sensitive flesh near my ear.
I nod before snuggling closer and pressing my lips to his. “Yup.”
With his arms banded around me, he rises from the chair. “Good, because I’m done sharing you for the evening. I need you all to myself.”
A sigh of contentment escapes from me because I feel the same.
I want Ford all to myself.
And if I have my way, it’ll be for the rest of my life.
Epilogue
Ford
Two years later…
* * *
I kick the apartment door closed as I loosen the tie from around my neck. On a normal working day, I’m visiting job sites, looking over plans, and checking on the crews to make sure headway is being made. This afternoon, I met with a prospective client. So, it was necessary to dress the part.
Suit.
Crisp button-down.
Tie.
Added bonus—Carina loves when I get all dressed up.
She thinks I look like a model.
