Page 31 of Fractured Rhythm

“You’ll survive,” I said as I followed behind Cassie and her friend, their arms linked and their heads close as they whispered.

I wanted to know what they were talking about more than anything. Especially if the quick looks from Cassie over her shoulder at me were anything to go by.

Once we hit the dance floor, Jax pulled Holly toward him and they got lost in the music, taunting each other with every ass shake. The woman would give my friend a run for his money, and I would give anything to see the punk taken down a notch or twenty.

Tristan had disappeared into the crowd of bodies, and Cassie swayed to the music, not focusing on anyone. I wasn’t going to ignore this opportunity.

“Dance with me,” I said, my hand grazing her hip. The tremor that vibrated under my fingers gave me hope.

“Umm, what are we doing, Bash?” she asked.

She didn’t pull away but, instead, moved closer.

“I believe we’re dancing. Proving to Jax that I have rhythm,” I said, twisting her into me where she belonged.

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