Chapter 4

By the time the set was over, I was soaked. I made my way to the back of the club and changed into a dark green fitted shirt in the employee area. That done, I returned to the bar and got my meal from Sandy, who’d been keeping it warm.

“Thanks, love,” I said as I made quick work of the food. I had fifteen minutes left on my break, so I’d miss the rest of the show. Pearce knew I loved this band and always made sure I caught at least a part of the performance. He was good like that.

“You in a hurry or something?” a voice asked and I turned to see none other than Monty leaning against the bar next to me.

“You know I gotta get back to work.” I gave him a quick once-over. He’d changed his top, and now he wore a semi-sheer white shirt with long sleeves turned up. A black wolf graphic was inked on the left side of it.

He grinned. “Like what you see?”

“You know you’re hot,” I replied and finished my fries, then licked ketchup from my fingers and wiped my hands.