Blade’s P.O.V.
I leaned back against the bar, a cold beer in my hand, as I exchanged stories with my buddies from the fire station. The familiar camaraderie and shared laughter lightened my mood. It had been a long week, but moments like these reminded me why I loved his job—and the people who came with it.
My thoughts flickered to Meghan, who had excused herself to the restroom not long ago. Just thinking about her made my chest tighten. She was like a cool breeze on a hot summer day—refreshing and impossible to ignore. I couldn’t help but grin as I pictured her rolling her eyes at one of my silly jokes or the way her cheeks flushed when she got flustered.
But my good mood was interrupted by a voice I hadn’t wanted to hear all night.
“Blade,” the blonde woman from earlier tonight purr
