Guilty pleasures

f the room to get everyone’s attention. “Lance was a good man. A great man with an incredible work ethic and a d

ore people joined in. “To Lance. May he watch over us all a

nough to fool the untrained eye, but the seething ang

ake up for what we all had lost. And because, as a family, we had to

all knew my husband.” She looked overwhelmed, so filled with grief that it made my own heart break,

t about the Lance they knew. Shar

ile grew. “You know what, I think I will.” She stopped at the bar fo

know much about her beyond what La

which meant she was as responsible as the fuckers who took her. Not to mention the big fight featuring Ravager. The fight was huge

it was all pretty much out of my control. It was like being the l

n body cast a shadow over the table. “There’s thi

and I took a deep, cleansing breath

ll of us need to be the cen

rabbing the limelight, but I’d always hated it beca

He shrugged and dropped down on the booth seat rig

ybe a compliment too. “And I guess I’m just a girl who can’t relax.” Not that Terry knew what it was lik

e to bust my balls or

own to my soul, but that was just wishful thinking. Re

s sun-kissed skin and those blue, blue eyes that made him look so much softer than he was. And, g

y you’re scowling at a

honestly. “There’s a

y family. Something is always going o

Are you used to your

ashed a sarcast

ou unde

his beer bottle. “Let your hair down, Kat. Enjoy life a

my hair, wrapping it slowly, teasingly, around two fingers. He gave it a gentle tug and star

fire that arced whenever we were close? Would he continue to deny it? Or was t

y head. And I needed

is lips would brush against mine. Instead, he looked into

ong hold on me. It wasn’t love. It was a crush that I’d let get out of control, intensified by a distinct lack of ma

he wrong side of tipsy with an early day tomor

made my way toward the door. “Oliver,

front door in

amount of time to make hast

Terry Manning and