Chapter 68

VANCE

“Are you nervous?”

Damn girl walks in wearing the red dress I bought her, and for a second, I forget the existence of every other breathing thing in the room.

I don’t whistle — I’m not that kind of man — but fuck, she looks lethal.

It made something ugly twist under my ribs—territorial, feral.

If she knew half the thoughts I had when I saw her in that dress,

she would’ve run back to the car