Chapter 81

HAYES

Of all the girls in the bar that night, why did it have to be Sloane? We should never have crossed paths. Maybe I would have been able to see her as a fucking kid she was supposed to be.

I want to call her that —a kid —to stop my dick from having ideas, but she was never that—a kid. At least not since that night at the bar.

She’s a woman. A beautiful fucking woman with a lethal weapon in the