His Suspicions

VANCE

The muted hum of the city through the glass does nothing to drown out the noise in my head.

Beside me, she shifts against the twisted sheets, a pale shoulder bare in the dark. Sloane breathes in quiet, measured sips of air, but watching the slow rise and fall of her chest only makes the knot behind my ribs pull tighter. Nothing about the scene at the club settles cleanly. Her wide-eyed inn