Page 200 of Heart of Frost and Scars

The turnout is more than we could’ve hoped. Lines of people snake out the door and around the block, their faces eager, the buzz of conversation and laughter charging the air. And more are coming, given the snarl of traffic that stretches down the street.

I’m so happy for him despite the knot of anxiety in my gut. The stalker could be anywhere, on the street, in the crowd, watching me. The thought bunches my shoulders around my ears.

A team of security guards flank us on all sides. They move with trained precision, securing the area as we approach the front entrance. The crowd parts for us, curious and admiring eyes following our progress.

I dig my nails into Monty’s arm as Leo wraps his huge frame around my back. My guys press in even closer as we skip the line and push through the mob.

The guards at the entrance nod respectfully, allowing us to pass without hesitation.

We step inside. The noise and chaos of the outside world fade, replaced by a sprawling, welcoming space. Rich, dark woods and soft, ambient lighting set the tone. A large stone fireplace sits at the center. Plush leather chairs and fur throws invite visitors to sit and stay a while, to sink into comfort and let the experience wash over them.

Deep in my heart, I know this is just the beginning. Kody’s dream has come to life, and for a moment, I forget my worries, basking in the glow of his success and the safety of those around me.

Leo and Monty have already seen the final renovations. I steal glances at them, my heart swelling. Leo catches my eye and grins, a roguish tilt to his lips. Monty squeezes my hand, his expression severe and vigilant as he leads us through the crowd.

The security guards discreetly position themselves to keep a watchful eye on us and the surroundings.

Everyone stares.

Walking between Monty and Leo, I’ve never felt so exposed and scrutinized. How do they deal with this level of attention everywhere they go?

And where’s Kody?

Frantically searching the throngs of people, I let out a huge breath when I spot him behind the bar.

The bar itself is a work of art, hand-carved from a massive piece of timber and polished to a warm glow. And the owner…

He doesn’t wear a tuxedo like Monty, Leo, and most other men here. No, he’s dressed in starched jeans and a Henley, the fabric gripping his muscled frame in all the right places. His beard is gone, but the stubble on his jaw casts shadows over his striking features, giving him an air of rugged sophistication. This is dressed up for my caveman, a roughened, refined look that suits him perfectly.

He pours and serves drinks but is more than just a bartender. He’s a storyteller, guiding guests through the rich history and intricate process of vodka making.

He looks up as we approach, and a galaxy of stars shines in his black eyes, transforming his broody expression into pure joy.

“Frankie.” His dark drawl hitches my breath as he abandons his customers and prowls straight to me. “You made it.”

“Wouldn’t miss this for the world.”

“Christ, woman.” He steps into me, raking those predatory eyes up and down my body. “You’re a goddamn meal.”

His deep, slow words rumble, reverberating through sinew and bone. He’s my comfort. My home.

“The place looks incredible.” Monty grips Kody’s neck and hauls him in for a hug, a rare display of affection that makes my pulse flutter. “Congratulations.”

“Couldn’t have done it without you.” Kody leans back, resting a hand on Monty’s jaw. “Thank you. For everything. I mean it.”

“You’re welcome.” With a smirk, Monty scans the bustling, crowded establishment. “Looks like my investment is paying off.”

“You’ve outdone yourself.” Leo leans against the bar and hooks one of those muscle-packed arms around me, pulling me back into the safety of his body. “What’s a guy gotta do around here to get a drink for his girl?”

“Our girl is getting a private tour by the owner.” Kody turns, motioning over one of the female bartenders. “Hey, Sophie. Pour my brothers the good stuff. I’ll be back.”

Kody snatches my hand, steals me away from Leo, and tugs me through the crowd.

I glance back, snagging on Monty’s unreadable eyes. He looks like he might chase us. Then he blinks and directs more guards to follow the two that already trail us.

An endless line of people stop Kody as we pass. Or they try anyway. He greets them with quick nods and rushed words without slowing. We breeze through intimate lounges and into a deep, long room.

“The tasting room.” He waves a hand around and tugs me forward. “It’s where you taste stuff.”

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